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Strike Fantasy Towers Tuesday Night Titans™ January 16th 2007 Live From the Continental Airlines Arena, Newark, NJ The camera pans across the huge crowd in attendance as a pyrotechnic display lights up the entrance stage. Right around the arena we can see fans waving home made banners in support of their favourite wrestlers and groups, with pretty much all of SFT represented at least once. As the smoke from the pyro blast clears, we cut across to the announce table where we see Phil Stevens and Steve Phillips waiting to get us started: Phil: Good evening folks, and have we got one hell of a show for you here tonight. Steve: I can't remember the last time a Titans show was this big! We have 6 huge matches, including 3 Championship matches, all topped off with the biggest SFT match-up of 2007 as we see 'The Immortal Icon' himself, Dave Van Dam, taking on 'The Chosen One' Shawn Walsh for the SFT Heavyweight Championship of the World. Phil: We're going to kick off tonight with the in-ring return of the newest member of Superiority Complex, the man we saw make his presence felt for the first time in a long time right here on Titans last week, Clayton Walker. Steve: That's right, and he'll be taking on Felix Bayermann, a man under pressure to impress after his no-show last week. Phil: Let's send it up to our brand new Titans Ring Announcer, former SFT World's Champion Hardcore Hect, and get this...no, wait, I'm told we're heading backstage before we start the action, so let's get to it. We cut to the backstage area to see all four members of Superiority Complex standing in the hallway around their locker room door. They seem to be in the middle of a conversation… Shawn Walsh: All I’m saying is that I can’t remember the last time someone took me to the limit like that. He needs to be in Superiority Complex where the rest of the talent is. Paige shakes his head, seemingly in disapproval. Justin Paige: …And don’t you think that Legacy might have a problem with this? ”Rayn” and Walker chuckle a bit. Shawn Walsh: Fuck Legacy. The Great Malinko belongs with a group that will appreciate him. Look at who he has surrounded himself with – it’s pathetic. Paige, Walker, and Kalis all nod in agreement. Daniel Kalis: No argument there. Walsh shrugs. Shawn Walsh: We’ll deal with this on Inferno, though. Tonight all of us have something at stake. We need to focus on right now. Walker half-laughs. Clayton Walker: Yeah about your match tonight… What are you going to do? Walsh appears confused. Shawn Walsh: …What do you mean? Clayton Walker: You fired your agent, man. Walsh laughs. Shawn Walsh: Tito? Ha. All he did was carry a mirror. I could get anyone to do that. Walsh looks up and down the hallway, finally spotting someone. He looks back at his fellow Superiority Complex members. Shawn Walsh: Take notes. Walsh looks over at a young blonde woman by a nearby soda machine. As she gets her soda and turns around, Walsh calls out to her… Shawn Walsh: Hey you! The woman looks around and sees no one other than herself. She points at herself as if to ask “me?” Walsh smirks and nods. Shawn Walsh: Yeah, you. Get over here. The woman looks around and reluctantly walks over to the champion. Walsh looks her up and down, studying her. Shawn Walsh: So… You’re hot. The girl stares blankly. Young Woman: Um… Thanks? Paige, Walker, and Kalis laugh at Walsh. Walsh scoffs at them and then looks back at her. Shawn Walsh: So what’s your name? Young Woman: Jayden Morrigan. Walsh nods, keeping his silence for a moment or two. He finally resumes… Shawn Walsh: You would look good coming to the ring with me. You’re my new manager. The girl appears extremely puzzled. Jayden Morrigan: But, I-- Shawn Walsh: Shh shh shh. Don’t worry. I’ll get to know you better later. As for right now all I need to know is… Jayden Morrigan: … Shawn Walsh: Can you push a mirror on rollers? All four members of Superiority Complex chuckle. Jayden simply blinks in response. Walsh smirks. Shawn Walsh: I’ll take that as a yes. Walsh turns and opens the Superiority Complex locker room. Paige, Walker, and “Rayn” take turns entering. Walsh smirks at Jayden. Shawn Walsh: We’re here…. And from now on, so are you. Jayden Morrigan: … She shrugs. Jayden Morrigan: Guess I can’t argue with that. I’m down. She turns and walks into the Superiority Complex locker room. Walsh mumbles to himself… Shawn Walsh: Damn. Easier than I thought. Walsh takes one last look back and forth down the hallway then enters the room as well, closing the door behind him as we return to Phil and Steve at ringside. Phil: Wow, it seems like Superiority Complex is on a recruitment drive right now. Clayton Walker last week, and now this Jayden Morrigan already tonight. Steve: Speaking of Clayton Walker... Match One: FELIX BAYERMANN vs. CLAYTON WALKER (Standard Match) The camera cuts away from the announce team to show Hardcore Hect, wearing a tuxedo for probably the first time in his life, standing in the center of the ring, microphone in hand. Steve: Since when did we get a new Ring Announcer anyways? I liked Amanda Summers. Phil: I guess our CEO felt like a change, and so we get Hect. Back in the ring, Hect raises his microphone to his lips and begins to speak: Hardcore Hect: Ladies and Gentlemen, this is your opening contest of the evening, and it is scheduled for one fall, with a 15-minute time limit. Introducing first, from Toronto, Canada and weighing in at 220lbs, CLAYTON WALKER!!! The lights go out in the arena as the crowd wait in anticiption of Clayton Walker's arrival. Suddenly, the sound of screaming is heard and blue lights begin to flicker. As soon as the screaming stops, "Your Disease" by Saliva breaks out in the arena as the crowd begin to boo. As the booing increases, Clayton Walker walks out to greet the crowd. As soon as Clayton realizes they are booing, he flips them off and then walks down the ramp looking strangely at the crowd. Once at the bottom of the ramp, he then walks around the ring, still looking at the crowd weirdly. Once he reaches the commentary box, he then gets up on to the apron, and then looks to the crowd and shakes his head in disapproval before climbing into the ring. Steve: Something tells me that Mr. Walker doesn't care too much for the fans in attendance here tonight. Phil: Seems as though the feeling is pretty much mutual to me. Hardcore Hect: Now introducing his opponent, hailing from... Hect is cut off in mid-sentence by the unmistakeable opening notes of the GNR classic "Welcome To The Jungle", which can only mean one thing in SFT terms. Sure enough, as the song reaches it's first chorus, the stage is lit by a pyrotechnic blast, and as the smoke clears we can see Strike Fantasy Towers CEO, Christian Cage, waiting at the top of the ramp, clad all in black and with a microphone in his hand. The music fades out as Cage raises the microphone to his lips: Christian Cage: Ya know, I'm getting really bored of having to do this. Last week I came out and had to announce that both Felix Bayermann and The Guyver had no-showed. It was Guyver's second offence, so he got suspended, but I gave Bayermann another chance, along with a warning not to pull the same shit again. Guess what though, the little punk saw fit to ignore what I said, and has once again failed to show for his match. I was all in favour of firing him right here on live TV, but I was persuaded against it. What will instead happen is that, on Friday Night Inferno this week, Felix Bayermann will face off against Excidium and Maniac Mike in a Triple Threat match. If he fails to show for that match, he's finished. As for you though Clayton, I figure that you and your little Superiority Complex friends thought you were being oh-so-clever last week when you got around my ruling about having no interference in the Walsh vs. Ace match. The problem is, all that you achieved was to piss me off, and that's something you probably didn't ought to have done. Tonight though, you got the win by forfeit, and you also got the rest of the night off, just to make sure there's no outside involvement in the World's Title main event for tonight, so get yourself out of my ring and out of my arena! Clayton shoots Cage an evil look and then gestures to the referee to raise his arm in victory, which the official grudgingly does. Walker then slides out of the ring and heads up the ramp, pausing at the top for a brief stare-out with Christian Cage before returning to the locker room area. WINNER BY FORFEIT - CLAYTON WALKER Steve: Clayton Walker is victorious here in his return to SFT without even breaking a sweat, and it looks like it could be close to the end of the road for Felix Bayermann. Phil: He's got one last chance to prove himself on Inferno, but I expect to see a lot more chances, and a lot more success, in the not-too-distant future for Clayton Walker, and for all of Superiority Complex. Steve: After what we just saw, and after the interaction between Christian Cage and Shawn Walsh last week, I think it's safe to say that our CEO might have a thing or two to say about that. Phil: For now though, let's move onto our next scheduled contest tonight, and one which will hopefully provide more action that the last one did. Steve: Wouldn't exactly be difficult, asshat. Phil: We'll be seeing the former World's Champion, and one half of the current Tag Team Champions, Aidan Morag, taking on the returning Justin Paige, who is of course another member of Superiority Complex. Steve: Let's send it back to Hect... Before cutting back to Hect, we suddenly find ourselves backstage, in the locker room of the SFT Intercontinental Champion, Amy Jo Smyth, to be precise. Amy Jo is sitting in her dressing room, reading over some papers with a calendar in front of her. Megan walks in, bright and cheery-eyed. Megan: What’s up, what cha doing? She plops down next to her on the sofa and looks over the papers. Amy Jo: Oh, nothing, just counting. Megan: Counting what? Amy Jo: Days I’ve been champion. Megan: What, why? Amy Jo: I just feel like it. Megan: You know it doesn’t matter how many days or months you’ve been champion, just that you’ve been champion and held it for more then a few matches. Amy Jo: I know, it just makes me feel better. Megan: All right, if you say so. Suddenly, there is a knock at the door. Megan and Amy Jo look at each other, both shrug in unison. Megan is the first to stand quickly followed by Amy Jo. Megan opens the door slowly, Amy Jo standing behind her, ready to attack. They find nobody standing there, just a giant bouquet of flowers. Megan: What the fuck is this now? Amy Jo: I dunno. Megan: Maybe you have a stalker. Amy Jo: Ew. Don’t ever say that again. Megan: Sorry. Megan reaches down and picks up the flowers. She brings them back into the room and places them on the table, right top of Amy Jo’s papers. Amy Jo: C’mon then, who are they from? Megan removes the card and reads it aloud. Megan: My Dearest Amy Jo. How long I have adored you, how long I have sat watching you from afar. I know how strange this must sound, but I must have you, and soon. Please, do not make me wait. Meet me in the center of that ring Friday night. I will be awaiting your arrival. Amy Jo: Who signed it? Megan: Doesn’t say. Amy Jo: Don’t these people know I’m engaged. Megan: Apparently not. Megan hands Amy Jo the card and she looks it over as we return to the arena. Steve: What the heck was that all about? Phil: God knows, but I have a feeling I wouldn't want to be in Amy Jo's shoes right now. Match Two: AIDAN MORAG vs. JUSTIN PAIGE The lights fade out slowly as "Number One" By Nelly begins to play over the sound system. Aidan Morag walks out and stands at the top of the ramp receiving a mixed reaction. Over his left shoulder is the SFT World Tag Team Championship. Hardcore Hect: Introducing first… From the Bronx, New York… He is ½ of the SFT Tag Team Champions… AIDAN MORAG!!! Aidan waits for the a few seconds as the crowd quiets down some then continues on his way to the ring. As soon as he climbs into the ring, the lights in the arena fade to almost complete darkness and the voice of a woman comes over the PA. “It's said that one day a man will come and save the fallen souls of the world. The day is now, the souls are yours, and the man is JUSTIN PAIGE” As she says his name, thunder seems to roll through the arena, shaking the ground as “Waiting to Die” by (hed) pe blares over the arena. The lights flicker with the beat as Justin Paige walks out, Hardcore Title slung over his shoulder. He stands there and extends his arms all the way out to the sides, forming a cross. He poses for a few seconds before slowly walking towards the ring. Hardcore Hect: And his opponent… From Kansas City, Kansas… Representing Superiority Complex… The SFT Hardcore Champion… JUSTIN PAIGE!!! As he passes the fans and they try to touch and grab but he shoves them off. He hops on to the ring apron and waits. Suddenly the music dies down and a thunderous voice shakes the arena. “IT'S NOT MY FAULT GOD MADE ME BETTER THAN YOU!!” The music comes back to full volume as Paige climbs into the ring and poses on the turnbuckle with the cross again. Phil: This should be one hell of a match – both men are tremendous athletes. Steve: Oh yeah. Aidan and Paige and their titles out of the ring and begin circling one another, eyes locked on each other. They meet in the center of the ring and lock up in a grapple. Paige gets Aidan in a headlock but he quickly pushes him off into the ropes. Paige comes off the ropes and knocks Aidan down with a shoulder bump. He bounces on the ropes again in an attempt to hit an elbow drop but Aidan quickly slides out of the way. Aidan nails Paige with two forearm smashes before Irish whipping Paige into the ropes…Aidan ducks an attempted clothesline from Paige and hits him right in the face with a dropkick! Aidan goes for the pin. 1… 2… NO! Phil: The former World Champion trying to end things early. Aidan lifts Paige to his feet and backs him into a corner and begins to deliver vicious chops to his chest. The crowd chants "WHOO!" chants every time Aidan delivers a chop. As Aidan is about to deliver the final chop, Paige ducks under him and to lets loose with a series of lightning quick chops of his own. After a few seconds, Paige stops and taunts the crowd. He takes a step back from Aidan and corner clotheslines him. As Aidan stumbles from the corner, Paige rolls him up into a school boy with his feet on the ropes! 1… 2… NO! Phil: Cheater! Steve: Hey, you do what it takes to win. The referee sees Paige's feet on the ropes as yells at him. Paige gets to his feet and begins to yell at the ref. When he turns around, he is immediately is caught with a cross body from the top rope by Aidan! Aidan gets to his feet and plays to the crowd before bouncing off the ropes and landing rolling thunder! The Tag Team Champion goes for the pin. 1… 2… NO! Aidan quickly gets to his feet and waits for Paige to get up. When he finally does, Aidan goes for a DDT but Paige arm wrenches out of it and hits a DDT of his own! Paige struts around the ring taunting the crowd, proud of how he took down Aidan. Suddenly, Aidan hops to his feet and looks Paige in the eyes as if to say "Is that all you got?" Paige goes for a right fist but Aidan blocks it. He goes for another and Aidan still blocks it. Aidan finally clotheslines Paige off his feet and when he gets back up he puts him down with another clothesline. Then he charges at Paige…Paige goes to overhead toss him but Aidan comes back down with a facebuster! Aidan goes for the pin. 1… 2… NO! Phil: So many nearfalls here. Steve: BAH! Aidan looks into the sea of fans to receive a mixed reaction. He climbs to the top rope as the fans get to their feet. He taunts, mistakenly giving Paige the chance to get to his feet. Paige charges at Aidan and goes for a tornado ddt but before he can get even hook Aidan’s head, Aidan pushes him off and into the referee! Phil: Oh no, the referee just took a hell of a bump! Steve: Har har. Aidan climbs down from the top rope and checks on the referee as Paige slowly slides out of the ring and over to the time keeper. As Aidan is attempting to revive the ref, Paige pushes the time keeper off of his seat and takes his chair. The crowd boos as Paige trash talks them. He slides into the ring and taunts as Aidan slowly rises to his feet. When Aidan finally turns towards him, Paige goes to hit him with the chair but Aidan ducks and kicks Paige in the groin! He drops the chair and doubles over, holding his groin in pain. The crowd is cheering as Aidan laughs. The referee slowly starts to come to. Aidan makes the cover as the ref starts the count… 1… 2… 3! Phil: He did it! Steve: Grr! Hardcore Hect: And here is your winner… AIDAN MORAG!!! Aidan climbs to his feet and raises his arms as “Number One” by Nelly blares once more. Suddenly, the music cuts out as we see Jeff King and Ian Wynn running down the ramp! Phil: This means NOTHING good! King and Wynn slide into the ring and before Aidan can do anything, he is knocked flat on his back with a clothesline from Wynn. King picks Aidan up and holds his arms behind his back as Wynn begins to relentlessly throw rights and lefts to the face of Aidan. King follows it up by throwing Aidan down on his neck and shoulders with a Full Nelson Suplex. Phil: They’re doing one hell of a job weakening Aidan for this upcoming Inferno! Steve: Aidan damn sure won’t be at 100%! Suddenly Connor MacDaddy bursts out of the locker room with a chair, bolting down the ramp. King and Wynn spot him and slide out of the ring just as he slides in. King and Wynn laugh amongst themselves and make motions of titles around their waists as Connor gets down to check on his fallen partner. WINNER BY PINFALL - AIDAN MORAG Steve: Talk about winning the battle but losing the war! Aidan Morag picks up the victory, but Wynn and King sure as hell made him pay for it afterwards in advance of their huge non-title Tag Team match on the upcoming Inferno show. Phil: Speaking of Jeff King.... Match Three: COWBOY JACK JONES vs. NIRVANA (Standard Match) The crowd begins to shout as the arena goes black and pictures of a morgue appear on the striketron. Pictures of bodies ripped apart, bodies crawling with maggots, etc. As the fans begin to boo a light shines onto the ramp as the pictures on the jumbotron change to a big grey screen. Holocaust by Savatage hits the pa as a beutiful image of a butterfly emerging from it's cacoon appears on the jumbotron. The arena is plunged into gold which flashes into silver every other second, than back into gold. Images of babies being born and people filing into churches and other social places to appear on the jumbotron. First just a child walking, and than a bear attacking a wolf and ripping it's guts out. A sigh is sent out over the pa as white powder begins to call from the arena celing. Soon, the jumbotron shows images of past Jeff King matches from SFT and RWA. Finaly, the last image shown is of Jeff King holding the SFT title above his head after his first world title win. JEFF KING appears on the jumbotron as King walks from behind the curtains, almost immediatly, "Cowboy" Jack Jones runs from behind the curtain and decks Nirvana from behind. Nirvana rolls down the ramp and then Jack picks him up. Jack irish whips Nirvana into the steps, then rolls him into the ring. Phil: Woah, Jack isn't fooling around, I've never seen him like this! Steve: El Cowboy seems to hold el grudge. Phil: Cool it, desparado. Jones locks up with Nirvana as Jack Jones suplexes King to the mat. Jack runs and bounces off the ropes and does a huge leg drop to King’s throat. King holds his throat in pain. Cowboy Jack Jones looks down at Nirvana and locks in a chokehold. Jones then tries to apply a stretcher hold but looses his grip on King and King rolls Jones up in a school boy pin. 1... 2... Kickout! Jones kicks out with authority. Jeff King and Jack Jones are standing in the ring and King runs over to Jack Jones attempting a clothesline but Jones doesn’t budge. King then runs off the ropes again for another clothesline but again Cowboy Jack Jones doesn’t budge. Then King tries a third time but Cowboy Jack Jones catches King with a drop kick to the face. Phil: Jack Jones seems to show an uncanny amount of resiliance here! Steve: Yes, El Cowboy is el strongo. Phil: Indeed, espesially for his small frame at 200 lbs. Steve: El big thing for el small package... El Cowboy... Phil: Stop that! You are not mexican. Steve: Neither are you. Phil: So? Steve: Just sayin. Cowboy Jack Jones goes to a turnbuckle and starts to undo the padding as he takes it off and exposes the metal. Nirvana gets up and Jones goes to Irish whip King into the turnbuckle. King reverses in and sends Cowboy Jack Jones into the turnbuckle as he screams in pain with his back digging into the metal. Steve: El Cowboy's plan backfired. Phil: slap Steve: Oww. Then King grabs Jones’s head and bashes his face off the metal. Breaking Cowboy Jack Jones’s forehead open. Blood starts to gush down Jones’s face as King sets Cowboy Jack Jones in the turnbuckle for a reverse DDT off the ropes. King goes for the pin. Phil: Jack Jone's is busted open, and now Nirvana is going to get extra ruthless! Steve: Yeah, it's like that blood fuels Nirvana to kick ass more that a robot build to solely kick ass. Phil: You are a true wordsmith. 1..... 2.... Kickout! Nirvana wastes no time and gets up. King is now in full control as he applies an arm lock and puts his knee on Cowboy Jack Jones' shoulder. Phil: That looks painfull! King tightens the hold as Jack screams in pain. Cowboy Jack Jones twsits himself around and over King’s leg and somehow miracously is able to kick King away. Jack Jones is slowly up and King is getting up when Jones superkicks Jeff King right in the chin. Steve: Oh man! That will chip your tooth quicker then giving oral to Johnny Legend! Phil: You need to stop talking... this match is fantastic, and I am missing it because of you! Cowboy Jack Jones staggers forward and covers... 1... 2... Kickout! Cowboy Jack Jones picks King up and hits a belly-belly suplex, followed up with another, then another BTB suplex. Nirvana is on the ground and Jack looks beat. Jones is climbing the turnbuckles but King is up quickly and catches him at the top and quickly superplexes him all the way down. King gets up gingerly and you can hear him yell with adreniline. King climbs the ropes and flies off with a flying headbutt but Cowboy Jack Jones lifts a foot in time and catches King right in the face. Steve: Owwwies! Cowboy Jack Jones grabs King and hits a suplex. But Cowboy Jack Jones is looking a bit sluggish now as you can see this match has taken a toll on him. Jack covers him... 1..... 2..... Kickout! Steve: Looks like Cowboy Jack Jones is out of gas now. Phil: Yeah both men are pretty tired, King barely half assed got his shoulder up in time on that one. Both men lay on their back catching their breaths, finally Cowboy Jack Jones gets up and hits a leg drop on King but King rolled out of the way. King with a flying clothesline. Cowboy Jack Jones is down. Steve: King still has a few drops it seems. King off the ropes with a plancha on Cowboy Jack Jones as he stands. King covers... 1.... 2.... Kickout! Phil: That was too close to call . Steve: No shit. King gets up and shakes his head. King locks in a figure 4 leg lock. Cowboy Jack Jones is in obvious agony as King pulls on the leg and keeps applying pressure. The ref keeps asking Cowboy Jack Jones if he wants to give up, Jones shakes his head no. Steve: He just won't quit! Cowboy Jack Jones screams as sits up and punches King in the knee. Cowboy Jack Jones continues punching King in the knee, which causes more pain for Cowboy Jack Jones but finally the hold is broken. Cowboy Jack Jones gets up limping, King comes running and Cowboy Jack Jones jumps with a round house kick as both men go down hard. Slowly both men get up, each give a weak smile towards each other. They sling themselves against the ropes and fly at each other with Lariats and nail each other at the same exact time. Steve: Both men are down! They lay there next to each other for what seems an eternity. King moves a hand, Cowboy Jack Jones moves his head, Cowboy Jack Jones crawls over to King and lays his head and arm on King’s chest as the ref counts... 1... ... 2... ... Kickout! Phil: My GOD that was close! Nirvana gets to his feet and supports himself on the ropes. Jones manages to get up, and stand dazed in the ring. King somehow springs up, and just a Jack turns to face him, Nirvana hits the Abadox! He falls over Cowboy Jack Jones for the pin... 1... ... 2... ... 3!!! Phil: Nirvana wins! Steve: What a great match! WINNER - NIRVANA We cut backstage to see the SFT World Heavyweight Champion, Shawn Walsh ,making his way backstage toward the Superiority Complex locker room, title belt over his shoulder with a cocky swagger in the way he walks. Nothing can touch him…nothing ever has really. This upcoming match wasn’t going to be such a challenge. Last week was just a fluke. Shawn Walsh was better then they were…all of them. “Good afternoon Mr. Walsh.” With the door still half open Walsh freezes, preparing himself for what ever ambush the voice may have prepared. He knew that voice, he knew who he ran with, who else would be in there? Allisa? Jared Mayer and Havoc? All of Legacy in it’s back stabbing glory? Throwing the door open the rest of the way and launching himself in the room he quickly found a position where they couldn’t all come at him at once, but was slightly disappointed and relieved at the same time, to find only Malinko sitting in his chair smoking a cigarette. The Great Malinko: We need to talk you and I. Shawn Walsh: What? Get the fuck out of my chair. You have no right… The Great Malinko: I have every right. And the only person I listen to when they tell me to get the fuck out of a chair is my wife, and believe me she’s scarier then you are when she’s angry. Now we need to talk. Shawn Walsh: Heh, my thoughts exactly. The Great Malinko: I want a rematch. I want what’s mine. Shawn Walsh: ...Not exactly what I had in mind... What the fuck are you talking about? The world title? You’ve got another thing coming if you think you’ve earned a shot at that. So DVD helped you win a match that doesn’t earn you the right to lay claims to the world title. Malinko laughs and takes another long drag of his cigarette. The Great Malinko: No Shawn, I don’t want your pretty jewelry. I want what’s mine. My win. Perhaps you would like to sit down and discuss this over a cigarette. Oh…I’m sorry that’s right I heard you quit. Looking confused Walsh replies. Shawn Walsh: What? You won dipshit, and put that out. No smoking in my locker room. The Great Malinko: On paper yes, it would seem to be that way. But I know that I didn’t win, and you know that you didn’t lose. Our little dance was over long before it even began, thanks to that useless twat you’re facing tonight. I want my match, no DQs, no interruptions, and I want it soon. And I smoke where I want. My wife, remember? Shawn Walsh: I’m the World fucking Champion. Do you know what that means? You don’t get to challenge me like this. People have earned the right to face me, and fail, you can do the same! The Great Malinko: Well, you’re the world champion…for now. I left the rest of the pack over there…you know, incase you don’t have the will power to go through with it. You and I aren’t done. Malinko gets up and walks by Walsh nudging him in the shoulder as he goes by in a challenge, while we head back to ringside. Steve: What in the hell was that all about? Phil: I don't know, but what I do know is that we're all set for our second huge Title contest of the night. Hect, it's over to you... Match Four: KYLE MURPHY (Challenger) vs. AMY JO SMYTH (Champion) (SFT Intercontinental Championship) We cut back to Hardcore Hect, waiting in the ring, microphone in hand and ready to announce the participants for the next match. Hardcore Hect: Ladies and Gentlemen, the following is the first of our three Championship contests here tonight. It is scheduled for one fall, with a 20 minute time limit, and is for the Strike Fantasy Towers Intercontinental Heavyweight Championship! Introducing first, the challenger for the Title. Fighting out of Greenwich, Connecticut, and weighing in at 275lbs, 'The Superior One' KYLE MURPHY!!! A burst of pyro explodes at the entrance and "This Fire Burns" by Killswitch Engage blares across the loudspeakers. Kyle Murphy strolls out confidently onto the stage, where he gives a pump of his fist, cuing another pyrotechnic explosion. Kyle laughs before starting on down the aisle, now all business. He walks slowly and purposefully down the aisle to ringside, where he climbs the ringsteps and onto the apron. With a grin Murphy steps between the ropes and into the ring. Inside the ring Kyle goes to the corner opposite where he entered and climbs to the second rope. His face now intense once again, he gestures around his waist and then points both thumbs at himself. Finally Murphy jumps down off the ropes and awaits the arrival of his opponent. Steve: I think it's pretty safe to say that our Challenger is pretty fired up for this contest? Phil: You'd have to be a dumbass NOT to be motivated by a chance at the Intercontinental Title. Steve: This is true. Hardcore Hect: Now, introducing his opponent. She weighs in at 115lbs and hails from Concord, Georgia. She comes to the ring tonight as the reigning and defending Strike Fantasy Towers Intercontinental Heavyweight Champion, she is 'The Bullet Girl' AMY JO SMYTH!!! The lights lower and “London Bridge (Southern Charm Remix)” by Fergie begins. Red police lights begin flashing everywhere and spot lights move all over the crowd like search lights. Amy Jo steps out onto the stage and throws her arms up. She races down to the ring, wasting no time, and slides in. Steve: This is the first of 3 title battles here tonight, and I'm sure it's going to set the tone for what's to come. Phil: Both look pretty focused, so I think we're all set for a great contest. Amy Jo hands her Title to the referee, who raises it high in the air before calling for the bell as Amy Jo's music fades away. Both combatants seem to be waiting for the other to make the first move, eventually prompting Kyle, with typcial Murphy arrogance, to turn his back on his opponent and taunt the crowd. While he is doing this, Amy Jo moves behind him and gets into position to blast him with a kick to the gut when he does eventually turn back to face her. As Kyle is doubled over in pain, Amy Jo bounces off of the ropes and nails Kyle in the back of the head with her trademark "Southern Charm" axe kick, followed by a quick cover: ONE! TWO!! THRE!!! Phil: What the hell just happened? Did Amy Jo Smyth just beat Kyle Murphy in like 10 seconds? Steve: What a sensational outcome we've seen here! Amy Jo retains her IC Title, and in some style as well. Back in the ring, Kyle Murphy is rubbing the back of his head and trying to work out exactly what has happened to him as the IC Champion celebrates in the ring with her belt. WINNER, AND STILL INTERCONTINENTAL CHAMPION - AMY JO SMTYH The scene goes backstage. SFT owner Aiden Morag is on a doctor's table recieving medical attention for the attack after his match. Connor MacDaddy walks up to him. Connor MacDaddy: Hey man, how are you? Aidan Morag: Are you blind? Why didn't you back me up, man? Connor MacDaddy: I did! Aiden Morag: Pfft... too little too late. Connor MacDaddy: Hey now, I aint done. In fact, see this army of security behind me? The camera pans out and there are a dozen large men standing behind Connor. Aidan Morag: Is tonight 'Gang Bang Night' at the MacDaddy household? Connor MacDaddy: ...no... watch and learn. This is how us old school owners handle problems. Come on, guys. Connor leaves Aiden and walks down the hall. He walks up to a locker room, on the door it says 'Legacy' in large letters. Connor knocks on the door. Connor MacDaddy: Open up. The door opens and The Great Malinko is standing there. He makes eye contact with Connor, and the two stare down. The Great Malinko: Did somebody order pizza? Connor MacDaddy: Funny... pack up your stuff fellas. As acting SFT owner, I am ejecting you from the arena. Ian Wynn stands behind TGM. Ian Wynn: Sounds like somebody is bitter about his partner getting beaten up. The Great Malinko: We aren't going anywhere. Aliisa pushes her way to the front. Allisa O'Toole: No... it's okay guys. We'll leave after Jared's match, okay? That way, we won't have to hurt any puny security guards. Connor MacDaddy: You don't make the rules, Allisa... I do. Pack up your things, and get out. Jared can stay here. Hell, I'll be nice and even let Ms. Black and Jared's sister stay with him. Afterall... what harm can a woman do? Allisa O'Toole: Heh... fine. Get your stuff boys, we are out of here. The door opens all the way, and The Great Malinko walks out and past Connor. Then Excidium, Then Havoc, then Ian Wynn, then Nirvana, Nirvana stops in front of Connor and the two stare eachother down. Connor MacDaddy: I was wondering if your cheating ass would show your face here ever again. Nirvana looks like he is about to deck Connor, but Allisa pushes him, and he walks on. Allisa starts to walk away, but Connor grabs her arm and stops her. Connor MacDaddy: Hold it. Keep your schedule open... it's about time I set you straight. Allisa laughs and pushes Connor off of her. Connor watches Legacy be escorted out of the building by security, and then he looks into the dressing room and sees Jared Mayer, Lucrieta Black, and Rosanna. Connor MacDaddy: Hey, Nazi-boy... you are up next. Good luck, ha-ha! Connor walks off back to Aidan. Aidan Morag: That was it? Connor MacDaddy: You have a lot to learn... Connor smiles as we go back to ringside Phil: I don't know what that was all about... but it's time for the United States Championship match! Match Five: DANIEL KALIS (Challenger) vs. JARED MAYER (Champion) (SFT United States Championship) Staind "For You" begins to play when the lights in the arena turn blue. Jared Mayer walks out from the back. He does not stop or pause and just walks down towards the ring. He is heavily bandaged up, covering his recent stab wounds. Lucretia Black walks out a moment after him holding his US title and follows him down to the ring. She steps back and allows him to climb into the ring. Phil: Should he even be out here? Steve: Why? It's not like he was stabbed or anything. Phil: Uhmm... Steve: Oh... right.... sorry... anyways, he is Jared fucking Mayer, he can take the occasional stabbing. Phil: We'll see. Angry Chair by Alice In Chains plays on the PA as Daniel "Rayn" Kalis comes out from the back. He looks down at the ring and smiles as he sees the wounded Mayer. He runs down the ramp and slides into the ring, as the bell rings and the match starts. Rayn immediatly runs into the Schwerer Schlag! Phil: Oh my god... almost immediatly, Jared hit one of his signature moves! Steve: This could be over! Cover him! After the kick, Jared falls to his knees and clutches his body in pain. Phil: Oh no, looks like Mayer may have moved a bit too fast, and may have further injured himself. Jared manages to slowly crawl to Rayn and he goes for the pin. 1..... 2..... Kickout! Steve: Rayn kicked out, but it makes you wonder... if Jared was 100% and covered him quicker, would this match be over? Phil: Nah... Rayn is a tough guy, nobody can beat him this early on. Jared gets up and leans against the ropes to compse himself. Rayn gets to his feet and meets Jared in the missle of the ring. Jared throws the first punch and backs Rayn into the corner. Jared now has Rayn in a corner and is choking Rayn’s neck. The ref begins to count on the illegal choke. Jared steps off and continues to stay on top of Rayn firing forearms into Rayn’s face as he’s down in the corner. Jared throws eight total forearms at Rayn and when he’s done Rayn’s left eye is black and blue. Jared lifts Rayn to his feet and begins to rake Rayn’s eyes a crossed the ropes. Rayn holds his eyes as Jared goes to whip Rayn across the ring, but Rayn reverses it and reverse monkey flips Jared on the bounce back. Rayn gets up with momentum and as Jared stands up clotheslines Jared over the top rope. Phil: Jared gets clotheslined over the ropes! Steve: That can't be good. Rayn starts to shout at the crowd as Lucreita helps Jared up on the outside of the ring. Ms. Black talks german in his ear, as the ref starts the ten count. Jared is still clutching his body, and by the ref's 8 count, Jared slides back in the ring, but as Rayn approaches, Jared slides back out so he can rest more. Rayn gets fed up and exits the ring. He walks towards Mayer, but Ms. Black steps in his way and Rayn decks her. As Rayn is looking down on the fallen Lurieta, Mayer jumps on him and tackles him to the ground. Jared is throwing his fists all over the place, and Rayn frees himself by quicly jabbing at Mayer's stab wounds. Mayer rolls off in pain. Phil: C'mon! That's not fair, don't go after the open wound! Steve: Rayn is a smart man, he can smell Mayer's weakness. Rayn picks Mayer up and rolls him into the ring. Rayn then gets him to his feet and meets him with a boot to the chest. He then gets down on Jared’ shoulders and begins firing forearms into Jared’ face just Like Jared did earlier. Rayn nails twelve forearms on the jaw of Jared before lifting him up onto his feet and snap suplexing him. Rayn doesn’t let go of the suplex though as he lifts Jared up again into a front face plat suplex. Phil: My god! Rayn is really targeting those wounds! He just dropped Mayer directly onto them. Rayn covers Jared and hooks his leg! 1...... ...... 2...... ...... Kickout! Rayn isn’t really surprised as he locks Jared into a rear chin lock. He starts to pull back on Jared as Jared starts firing elbows into Rayn’s gut. Finally Jared stands up with Rayn still holding him and Jared reverses the hold with a drop forward neck crack as Rayn’s chin bounces off of Jared’ shoulder. Jared gets up and so does Rayn and Jared swings at Rayn with a right. Rayn blocks the right and counters with a right of his own. Rayn begins to fire right after right into the face of Jared before finally bringing Jared up against the ropes. Rayn then steps back and runs at Jared to which Jared reverses into a back drop over the ropes. Rayn hits the mat covered floor and rolls back first into the metal crowd barrier. Steve: Now it is Daniel Kalis flying out of the ring! Phil: Call him Rayn like everyone else... only his friends call him by his real name... and you sir... don't have friends. Jared slides out under the bottom rope and lifts Rayn off the floor. He then whips Rayn into the turnbuckle as Rayn bounces head first off the metal pole with a sickening thud. Jared slowly bends down and lifts Rayn to his feet as Rayn has a “glazed over” look in his eyes. Jared tosses Rayn into the ring and we notice a small cut over the black and blue left eye of Rayn. Jared immediately uses this to his advantage as he rakes Rayn’s eyes twice, trying to open the cut further. Phil: Rayn just got busted open from flying into that metal turnbuckle post! Jared then runs back into the ropes but as he charges at Rayn, Rayn drops down onto his back and Jared runs over him. Rayn then grabs Jared’ legs, trips him up and rolls up onto Jared’ back into a boston crab hold. Jared is able to quickly get to the ropes and break the hold. As Jared starts to get up Rayn fires a left into Jared’s jaw. He then sets up for a piledriver which is quickly reversed into a back drop by Jared. Phil: I think Mayer is great an all... but that was the world's worst backdrop. Steve: Mayer is back on his knees clutching his body, and Rayn is already back on his feet. Rayn gets right back up from the back drop and clotheslines Jared as he turns around. Rayn then starts to get the upper hand with two stomps followed by a running leg drop. Rayn then grabs part of the bandages around Mayer's body, and begins to unravel them. He then wraps the white bandages around Mayer's neck and beguns to strangle him. Phil: Rayn is sick! He is choking Mayer with his own bandages! The ref jumps on and stops Rayn. Rayn then continues taking off Mayer's bandages till there is none left. Steve: Gross. The camera focuses in on two stitched up stab wounds on Jared Mayer's torso. Mayer lays on his back in the ring, and Rayn hovers his foot over the stab wounds, teasing everybody into thinking that his is going to stomp on them. Phil: No! Don't do it! Suddenly, from the back Jared Mayer's sister, Rosanna runs out. She jumps on the apron and begins yelling at the referee, begging him to stop the match. Rayn sees her and focuses in on her, and the referee begins to yell at her to get off the apron. Then, from nowhere Lucrieta Black slides in the ring, and lays out Rayn with the US title! The ref didn't see anything, and Roseanna gets off the apron. Steve: Ms. Black knocked Rayn's block off! Jared Mayer begins to crawl to Rayn, and puts an arm over him for the pin... 1..... ..... 2..... ..... Kickout! Steve: I though this one was over! Jared stumbles to his feet, then walks around to Rayn’s head and face stretches on Rayn’s bad eye. He picks up Rayn whose eye is now gushing with blood and piledrives him. Rayn’s head bounces off the canvas as his neck is compressed on it. Jared then walks over to one of the turnbuckles and begins to take of the protective padding. He does this and sets up a slingshot that sends Rayn head first into the exposed metal ring. Rayn’s face bounces off of the ring and we can now notice that along with the cut above his eye, Rayn’s forehead has been busted open, and he bleeds even more. Rayn staggers back after bouncing off the turnbuckle and Jared is read with a school boy roll up. The ref counts. 1...... ...... 2...... ...... Kickout! Phil: My god... the resiliance on Rayn is incredible! Jared can not believe it! He picks up Rayn, and takes him into the corner. He sets Rayn up in the corner and begins to fire forearms at Rayn’s good eye. Suddenly though Rayn spins Jared around so now he is in the corner and begins to throw forearms at Jared. He works Jared in the corner alternating between kicks, punches, and forearms. Rayn’s face is now half covered in blood and half swollen from the recent forearms. But he still goes at Jared hip tossing him onto the canvas as he comes out of the corner. Phil: Rayn’s showing some battle scars but it looks like he’s turning this one around. Jared rolls off the hip toss, Rayn is now like a man possessed as he starts firing rapid fire rights into Jared’s face. He takes Jared by the hair and drags him over to the exposed turnbuckle and begins to beat Jared’ face into it. Now we can see a light red drops fall from Jared's face as Rayn continues to smash his face into the turnbuckle. Finally Rayn stops and throws Jared over the top rope and onto the arena floor. Jared lays there motionless trying to regain his bearings after the fifteen plus times his face was smashed into the turnbuckle. Rayn walks over to the ring steps and takes the top set. Rayn takes the steps and lifts them up into the ring. Then he takes Jared over to the bottom set and foreward suplexes Jared onto the bottom set. Steve: Oh my god! Mayer just landed wound-first on the steel steps. Phil: Uh oh... Rayn must have opened up the stitches there, we can see the blood coming from Jared's stab wounds now. Rayn now seems like he’s on a mission to destroy Jared as he walks over to a time keeper and takes a chair from him. He lifts ths chair up and brings it down on Jared’ head with a mighty thud. He then picks up the unconscious body of Jared and tosses it into the ring. Phil: Rayn is using a chair! Steve: Why is referee allowing this? Phil: He isn't! The referee calls for the bell as Rayn is disqualified! Phil: I don't think Rayn cares! He's an animal! Rayn gets into the ring and is about to bring down the chair again on Mayer, but the ref stops him and the bell rings more. Chimpo the Chimp: Ladies and Gentleman... the winner of this match... by disqualification... and still SFT United States Champion... Jared Mayer! Phil: Rayn DQed himself! "Mack Daddy" by Sir Mix-a-Lot plays an Connor MacDaddy walks out onto the stage with a microphone... Connor MacDaddy: Hold the phone, Chimpo... you see... since Shawn Walsh is no longer owner, and Nathan Gust is AWOL, and Aiden was taken out earlier tonight... I am the only SFT owner here tonight... and I desperately want to see that Nazi bastard Jared Mayer taken out tonight! So I am hereby restarting this match... and Rayn... go nuts. Connor walks backstage and Rayn gets a big smile on his face. Phil: What? Steve: Connor MacDaddy pretty much ordered the destruction of Jared Mayer! Rayn takes the chair and raises it in the air, and comes down straight on the stab wounds of Jared Mayer. Rayn then gets on his knees and begins to scratch at the sitches, opening them up even more. Mayer goes into a fetal position, and Rayn pins him... 1...... ...... ...... 2...... ...... ...... Kickout! Steve: NO WAY! Phil: Looks like this march isn't about blood, it's about heart. Steve: It’s almost as if Jared isn’t human, kicking out of the beating he has taken. Rayn seems like he’s gonna explode after Jared kicked out of the pin. He looks at the crowd but keeps his calm as he goes back to the task at hand. He lifts Jared’s semi-lifeless body and sets him up for the Epiphany but Jared reverses it by throwing Rayn into the ropes. On the bounce back Jared connects with the Reichsprogromnacht! Steve: He hit the Reckspaganugget! Where did he come up with the strength to do that? Jared is on the gound in pain, but very slowly crawld over to Rayn for the pinfall... 1...... ...... ...... 2...... ...... ...... ..... Kickout! Steve: Jared almost had it! Phil: These men are definatley tired, anytime now this match has to be over! Jared starts to lift Rayn up but suddenly Rayn takes Jared down in the center of the ring! Rayn quickly grabs Jared’s left leg and looking down on him. Rayn spins around the left leg of Jared as if setting up for the Figure 4. He then grabs Jared’ right leg and brings it up underneath Jared’ twisted left leg. Instead of falling back and locking on the Figure 4, Rayn steps over Jared’ twisted left leg now with his own left leg, then flips him over counterclockwise into a Sharpshooter position! Steve: Rayn with an innovative submission! Phil: Mayer must be in pain! Jared fights the urge to tap, as the blood continues to drip from his face and torso. On the ring we see the red spot growing as Rayn starts to scream. His own blood dripping down his body and collecting in a pool in the center of the ring. Jared slowly starts to crawl towards the ropes as Rayn pulls him back into the center of the ring. Jared once again starts to pull himself towards the ropes, and again Rayn pulls Jared back out into the center of the ring. Rayn tries to tighten the hold as one last time Jared slides towards the ropes. Again Rayn brings him back into the center of the ring. Jared is too weak now to try for the ropes again, but continues to try to keep from tapping. It’s now a race to see who can hold on longer. Jared’s blood is now a huge dark crimson puddle in the center of the ring and each drop just adds to it. Rayn’s bleeding continues about as fast as Jared’s. Both men show signs of fatigue as the blood drains from them. The ref continues to ask Jared if he taps out but Jared continues to fight his temptation to tap out to the pain. Rayn’s grip loosens with every drop of blood that hits the mat. Jared also is fading as the ref continues to ask if he taps. Jared raises his body and every ounce of his strength and manages to somehow crawl to the ropes as Rayn has a look of unbelief, Jared makes it to the ropes and passes out, the ref makes Rayn break the hold. Rayn quickly turns around and nails Jared, but no response at all from Jared. Rayn takes his arm off the ropes and slowly covers. Phil: Rayn is kicking Mayer... but there is no response! 1...... ...... ...... 2...... ...... ...... Kickout! Steve: My god! I thought Jared had died! Phil: You can see... the parts of his body that arent covered in blood, are slate pale... I am legitimatly fearing for Mayer's life right now. Rayn slowly gets to his feet and picks up Jared. Jared slowly gets to his feet, but almost falls over. All of a sudden, he gets a burst of energy and nails Rayn with the Reichsprogromnacht! He used up all his energy, and both men lay on the ground. Jared slowly crawls to Rayn and lays his arm over him. The ref starts the count. 1...... ...... ...... 2...... ...... ...... Kickout! Phil: He kicked out AGAIN!?!? Steve: My god! For the record, Rayn has kicked out of two Reichsprogromnachts, and one Schwerer Schlag! Phil: Speak english man! These two are beating the FUCK out of eachother! Jared starts to get up and he gets to his knees. Rayn stays down. The referee is checking on Rayn. Jared crawls to the ring apron and Ms. Black is there to try to calm him. Lucrieta then goes under the ring and pulls out some barbed wire. She starts wrapping Jared's arm up in it, and she whispers something german in his ear. Mayer struggles to get to his feet, but does. Rayn also manages to get to his feet, and as soon as he faces Mayer, Jared naisl him with another Reichsprogromnacht, this time with the barbed-wire covered arm! Phil: Oh my god! Jared falls almost unconsious on top of Rayn after the move for a pin... 1...... ...... ...... 2...... ...... ...... 3!!!! Phil: Jared Mayer did it! Steve: He won! Phil: My god! What a match! Steve: What an upset, Mayer came into the match an injured man... came out STILL as the SFT United States champion. WINNER - JARED MAYER Connor MacDaddy comes running down the ramp with a steel chair. Phil: Uh-oh! Ms. Black sees him, but it is too late, as she is met with the business end of the steel chair off her skull. Connor then slides into the ring, and sees Jared on his knees covered in blood. He swings the chair like a baseball bat and knock Mayer down. Connor gets to his feet, and reaches into his back pocket and pulls out a pair of wirecutters. Steve: Wirecutters, this can't be good! Connor starts to cut off the stitches on Mayer's torso, and blood begins to pour out of Mayer. Connor smiles as he looks down at the unconsious Jared Mayer. Connor then gets to the top rops and signals a splash onto Mayer. Phil: Oh my god! Somebody stop him! Steve: Nobody can! Connor threw the Legacy out of the building! Right before Connor jumps, he feels somehing tugging at his leg. Jared's sister Rosanna is holding onto Connor's leg. Connor gets off the top rope and stares at Rosanna on the apron. He grabs her by the hair and flips her over the top rope. He then picks her up, and wraps both hands around her neck and begins to choke the life out of her. Phil: Connor is insane, stop him! Somebody! Rosanna's face is beat red, and a dozen referees come out from the back. They start to pull Connor off Rosanna. Rosanna falls on the ground and begins instensly coughing. Connor fights off the referees, and manages to get back on the top rope. He quickly jumps off and nails a frog splash on Jared Mayer, who simply doesn't react. Phil: My god... I have never in my life expected to see Jared Mayer in this position. EMTs run down to the ring with a stretcher, and the referees hold off Connor long enough for the medics to load Jared on the stretcher and apply pressure on his wounds. Connor stops struggling, and orders the referees to leave him in the ring. The referees leave the ring and help Ms. Black and Rosanna to the back. Connor looks down and sees the massive puddle of blood. He rips off his shirt and pants so he is just in his boxers. He lays down and starts splashing around in it. Steve: This is sick, Connor is swimming in Jared Mayer's blood. Connor is laughing, and he stands up... his entire body is covered in Mayer's blood. Not a square inch of his skin is visible. Connor orders to be handed a microphone. Connor MacDaddy: Ladies and Gentleman... you are looking at the future of SFT... The future is me... covered in a SFT member's blood. Tonight, it is Jared Mayer... tomorrow... who knows? I came out here to announce something... Nathan Gust has been... MIA at the Strike Tower. Therefor... he has been stripped of all ownership duties. That means, that both myself and Aidan Morag are 50% co-owners of SFT... and I become one more step closer to my goal of killing SFT. Phil: Will somebody call the loony bin, their biggest inmate seems to have escaped. Connor MacDaddy: I am going to be truthful... there is a way to stop me. I am going to make a challenge... to any member of the so-called 'Legacy', for New Beginnings. I challenge any one of you to a cage match... with my 50% ownership on the line. What do I ask in return?... why spoil the surprise?... you'll find out soon enough. "Mack Daddy" by Sir Mix-a-Lot plays and Connor slowly steps out of the ring. Phil: What the hell is he up to? Steve: I don't want to know. We again cut backstage to see Megan walking down a corridor, minding her own business when a door swings open and an arm emerges. It grabs her and drags her into the room. Steve: What the fuck? Phil: I dunno. Crashing and banging comes from the room for a long period of time before the door comes flying open and Megan is thrown out forcefully. She is slammed into the wall and falls flat onto her back. A stack of papers is thrown atop her and the door is slammed. Steve: Someone get inside that room, find out who did this. Phil: Who cares who did this? Steve: Well, at least find out what the papers say. Phil: Unless they tell me who Nelly’s father is, I really don’t give a damn. JC: Well ain't that just so considerate. EMTs and Security guards come running up to her and begin attending to her. Security guards enter the room using extreme force to open the door and begin to search the room. They find nobody, just an empty janitor’s closet. Phil: I said I wouldn't wanna be in her shoes. Steve: No you, said you wouldn't wanna be in Amy Jo's shoes, that was Megan who got attacked. Phil: Whatever, you know what I mean. Steve: OK folks, we are just moments away from the contest that we've been waiting all evening for, and the biggest match of 2007 so far here in SFT. Phil: That's right, we're going to see The Immortal Icon himself, Dave Van Dam, try to roll back the years and try to add yet another World Championship to his already glittering resume as he takes on 'The Chosen One', Shawn Walsh. Phil: The time for talking is over, let's send this up, for the last time this evening, to our Ring Announcer, Hardcore Hect: Main Event: DAVE VAN DAM (Challenger) vs. SHAWN WALSH (Champion) (SFT World Heavyweight Championship) Hardcore Hect: The following match is scheduled for one fall and is for the SFT World Heavyweight Championship! “Changes” by Tupac blares over the PA system as blue and red pyro shoot up from the sides of the stage. The crowd goes insane as Dave Van Dam steps out onto the stage with his arms raised. Phil: If anyone is going to beat Shawn Walsh for the World Championship it’s this man right here! Steve: Ha. Dave takes in the crowd’s approval and smiles. Ring Announcer: Introducing first, the challenger… From Philadelphia, Pennsylvania… “The Immortal Icon” DAVE VAN DAM!!! DVD suddenly darts down the ramp and slides into the ring. He poses for the crowd then begins to shadow box in the corner. Phil: I can’t remember the last time I saw Dave Van Dam this prepared for a match. This should be amazing! Steve: Can’t argue with you there. Suddenly the lights in the arena dim then fade completely out. We can hear the immortal words of Shawn Walsh whispered over the sound system: "I am the epitome of excellence." "In Shawn We Trust." Followed by an extremely cocky chuckle. The crowd erupts with boos as the slow beginning of "Jesus (of Nazareth)" by (hed) P.E. plays. Gold strobe lights flash with the beat of the song. Suddenly, the lights go completely out. As the chorus hits, two huge, gold lightning bolts strike the sides of the stage. Silver pyro goes off from the points of impact and move to the center of the stage to meet in one giant explosion. The crowd pops for the pyro. The gold strobes resume flashing about the arena. The crowd rises to their feet booing as they know who is to come. "The Chosen One" Shawn Walsh emerges from the backstage area wearing a shiny, gold shirt - unbuttoned - and a pair of black sunglasses. He wears his usual ring attire of a pair of baggy, shiny, flashy, gold pants and black lace up wrestling boots. He has the World Heavyweight Championship slung over his right shoulder. Hardcore Hect: And his opponent... Being accompanied to the ring by Jayden Morrigan... Residing in Los Angeles, California... The SFT World Heavyweight Champion... "The Chosen One" SHAWN WALSH!!! Walsh flips the title off his shoulder and then raises it high above his head with both hands as the strobes stop and a gold spotlight shines down on him. Walsh looks back at the curtain and out walks his new manager Jayden Morrigan, pushing a large full body mirror on rollers. She slowly carries it to the front of Walsh. Walsh smirks, brushes his hair back with his hands, and begins to walk down to the ring, admiring himself as he does. When he gets to the ring he takes one last, long look in the mirror - adjusting everything to perfection - and then jumps up onto the apron. Walsh chuckles and paces back and forth for a moment before leaping over the top rope and into the ring. He climbs the turnbuckle and poses arrogantly once more, raising his arms - the World Championship in his right hand. He smirks as he strips himself of his shirt. He throws it - and his glasses - out of the ring and down to Jayden. Walsh hops off the turnbuckle and hands the World Title to the referee. The ref raises it high over his head and walks around the ring, showing everyone in the arena. He walks over to the ropes and passes the belt out of the ring. Phil: It looks like we’re just about ready here… Steve: Oh man, I can’t wait! The ref calls for the bell and DVD and Walsh immediately begin circling around one another, waiting for the perfect times to strike. Walsh charges DVD and gets taken down with a drop toe hold. DVD quickly rolls over into a side headlock. Walsh powers himself up to his knees and then to his feet. Walsh lifts DVD up for a backdrop but DVD backflips out of it and grabs Shawn in a cradle on the way down. 1… NO! Steve: It’ll take so much more than that. DVD and Shawn both get to their feet and Walsh charges. This time he connects with a wicked clothesline, knocking DVD out of the ring and onto the apron. Walsh walks over but gets met with a shoulder to the gut. DVD springs over the top rope with a front flip and rolls over Walsh's back and runs across the ring. DVD bounces off the ropes and cross body blocks Walsh and both men fall over the top rope to the outside. Phil: Wow! Steve: Yeah that was cool. Both men get to their feet. Walsh kicks DVD in the gut and dropkicks him in the chest. DVD falls backward into the guardrail. Walsh grabs DVD and bodyslams him on the ground outside of the ring. 1……2……3…… Walsh jumps onto the apron and waits for DVD to get up. DVD slowly gets to his feet and Walsh jumps off with another dropkick sending DVD back-first into the guardrail. 4……5……6…… Walsh runs and jumps to splash DVD on the guardrail but DVD moves and Walsh crashes stomach first on the rail. 7……8…… DVD rolls into the ring and breaks the count before heading back out. DVD grabs Walsh by the hair and rolls him into the ring. DVD gets on the apron and yells for Shawn to get to his feet. Shawn gets to his feet and DVD springs onto the top rope and flies at Shawn with a Thesz Press. Shawn catches DVD and plants him with a vicious spinebuster. Both men lay on the mat motionless. The ref begins the 10 count as the crowd goes nuts. 1……2……3……4…… DVD uses the ropes to slowly get up as Walsh gets to his knees in mid ring. DVD runs and jumps into the air and front dropkicks Walsh right in the face. You can see the spit fly from Walsh's mouth. Phil: What a kick by the Hall of Famer! Steve: Ahhhhh! DVD gets to his feet and lifts Walsh to his feet. DVD irish whips Walsh into the ropes and as Walsh returns, DVD drop toe holds him to the mat. DVD then runs on the ropes behind Walsh and runs off of them and dropkicks Walsh in the back of the head. DVD taunts a little as Walsh slowly gets up. DVD jumps at Walsh again with a cross body but gets caught in mid-air and Walsh drops him with a backbreaker. Walsh holds the position and wrenches DVD's back across his knee. The ref asks DVD if he wants to give up. DVD shakes his head 'no'. DVD punches Walsh directly in the face. After a few punches Walsh releases the hold. DVD falls off Walsh's knee and onto the ground. DVD holds his back and Walsh holds his face. Walsh shakes off the cobwebs and gets to his feet. Walsh stands in the corner and gets ready to deliver High Voltage [Superkick]. Phil: The end may be near for Dave Van Dam… Steve: Muahahaha! DVD gets to his feet with his back to Walsh. DVD turns around and Walsh goes for the move. DVD ducks and dropkicks Walsh's other leg. Walsh drops to the ground in pain, holding his knee. DVD runs up and climbs to the top turnbuckle. DVD flies off with a moonsault. Walsh moves out of the way. Walsh gets to his feet and lifts DVD up. Walsh irish whips DVD into the ropes. As DVD returns Walsh launches DVD into the air with a flapjack and drives him down stomach first. Walsh drags DVD over to the turnbuckle. Walsh climbs the ropes and jumps off and connects with a guillotine leg drop. Walsh sits across the throat as he hooks the leg. 1… 2… NO! Walsh lifts DVD up and begins punching him in the head with frustration. Walsh bounces into the ropes and jumps back at DVD with a flying sidekick. Walsh gets up and readies for High Voltage once again. Phil: The champion getting his momentum back here. Steve: Fuckin’ right. Walsh lunges forward again but DVD kicks him in the gut and tosses him over the top rope. DVD runs and bounces off the opposite ropes and then launches over the top rope with a dive. Both Walsh and DVD crash into the ground. DVD gets up first, hobbling a little bit. Phil: DVD is one of the most talented individuals I have ever seen. Steve: Meh. DVD jumps onto the apron and flies back with a moonsault. Walsh moves, but DVD lands on his feet. Walsh kicks DVD in the gut. The champion slams DVD's head into the apron and rolls him into the ring. Walsh throws his hands in the air and walks around the ring to the announce tables. 1……2……3…… Walsh grabs his World Heavyweight Championship and flips it over his shoulder. DVD climbs to his feet in the ring as Walsh shakes his head and walks back around the ring to the ramp. 4……5……6……7…… Walsh walks backwards up the ramp taunting DVD as the crowd boos loudly. 8……9…… Walsh rubs the face plate on his title as he reaches the stage and taunts the crowd. 10! The bell tolls as the crowds boos shake the arena. Ring Announcer: And here is your winner… DAVE VAN-- Before she can even finish, the familiar opening of “Welcome to the Jungle” by Guns N’ Roses blares over the sound system. Everyone’s favorite CEO - Christian Cage – emerges from the back. Walsh’s eyes grow wide as he slowly spins around to see Cage standing right in front of him. Cage puts the mic to his mouth, shaking his head at the champion. Christian Cage: Shawn, Shawn, Shawn. What don’t you understand here? You should have known full well that you getting counted out would result in me coming out here. Why even try it? Shawn, I’m sick of your games. Get your ass back down to the ring. I’m restarting this match – No count outs! The crowd goes ballistic as Walsh begins to throw a temper tantrum. Walsh throws a right hand at Cage but the CEO blocks it and returns with one of his own. Walsh tumbles backwards and rolls a bit down the ramp, dropping his title. He jumps to his feet and begins walking back up to Cage but before he can do anything DVD grabs him from behind, runs him back down the ramp, and tosses him back into the ring. DVD leaps onto the apron and climbs in as the ref calls for the bell once more. Phil: Thanks to Christian Cage we are going to have a decisive winner here tonight! Steve: Dave Van Dam is a fucking cheater! Phil: …Tell me you’re joking. Walsh and DVD stand across the ring from one another, trying to anticipate what the other will do. Phil: These two are giving these fans their money’s worth. Steve: No kidding. The staredown ends when DVD charges at Walsh, who uses his agility to duck and dodge a clothesline. When DVD turns to face Walsh again, he is greeted by a swift kick to the midsection, causing him to double over and be set up for a DDT, which Walsh executes excellently. He then goes for the quick cover, but DVD powers him off before the referee can even get to one. Phil: Dave Van Dam found his second wind! Steve: … Walsh manages to get to his feet a full second before DVD, who finds himself on the receiving end of a few jabs that hardly phase him. DVD grabs Walsh's arm when he attempts for another jab, and twists it around into a hammerlock, before hooking Walsh in a position for a reverse DDT, but instead lifting him up and onto his shoulder. DVD then drives Walsh into the mat with a vicious powerslam that knocks the wind out of the champion. Instead of going for the quick pin, DVD quickly gets to his feet and pulls Walsh up, sending him into the ropes with an irish whip. Walsh runs back and ducks the clothesline attempt, firing back with a kick to the midsection that sends DVD reeling back into the ropes. A running dropkick sends DVD over the ropes, hitting the arena floor with a thud. Phil: Oh man! Steve: E-I-E-I-O! Phil: What the fuck? As DVD gets up onto the apron, Walsh bounces off the ropes and comes back, springboarding off the second rope and introducing DVD's upper body to the floor with a hurricanrana. Steve: Nice offense by the champion! Walsh nips up from the floor and pulls a groggy DVD up and rolls him back into the ring. He then rolls in himself and attempts a standing leg drop on the downed DVD, but he hits nothing but the mat. This time it is DVD who gets up first and, and levels the champ with a clothesline. DVD then picks Walsh up by the hair and lifts him up over his shoulders before dropping him to the mat with a gorilla press slam. Phil: Dave Van Dam is fighting his way back into this thing! DVD starts pulling Walsh to his feet again, but gets a low blow for his troubles that the referee somehow fails to spot. DVD drops to his knees as Walsh slowly rises and runs the ropes again, looking for a dropkick directly to DVD's head. The challenger, however, has enough sense left to duck, and Walsh ends up sailing over DVD's head and sliding straight under the bottom rope to the outside. Phil: DVD with great instinct there. Steve: Bah! DVD rolls out of the ring and greets a rising Walsh with a few hard right hands that cause the champ to stagger back against the crowd barrier. DVD then rushes Walsh and draws the breath from him with a running knee to the midsection. DVD follows it up by sending Walsh crashing to the floor with a vertical suplex. Once again DVD pulls Walsh to his feet. Walsh reels and staggers before DVD locks him into a headlock. He looks about ready to execute another suplex when Walsh finds his second wind and pushes the challenger backwards, causing him to nail his lower back on the ring. This drops DVD to his knees, where Walsh shoves him down face first to the arena floor. Walsh jumps up onto the ring apron, and then ascends the top turnbuckle, before coming down hard on the back of DVD's neck with a leg drop. Steve: HA! Phil: Eep. Walsh then picks DVD up and rolls him into the ring before rolling him himself. After getting to his feet, Walsh just looks at the fallen DVD, before picking him up into a piledriver position. He tries, but DVD resists. He then tries again, but this time DVD sends him over with a backdrop. DVD drops to one knee, however, still feeling the effects of the leg drop, as Walsh rises behind him. Walsh grabs him and turns him around while still on his knees, and delivers a well placed knee to Van Dam’s head. With a burst of anger, DVD lunges forward and grabs Walsh about the midsection, and slams him into the mat with a spinebuster. DVD slowly gets to his feet and backs up a bit, awaiting Walsh to rise. As soon as he does, DVD charges for a spear. With great timing, Walsh avoids the move by rolling over the back of DVD just as he nears him, and then delivers a kick to DVD's bottom that, coupled with his momentum, sends him into the ring post. DVD ends up crumpled in the corner, holding his right shoulder, as Walsh is on the other side of the ring. The referee tends to DVD. Phil: Walsh just barely able to escape there… Very lucky. Steve: Luck has nothing to do with it. Walsh, not wanting to give his opponent a breather, runs at both DVD and the referee and vaults over the ref, landing on DVD with a leg drop. Unfortunately, the referee ends up getting caught up in the move and is knocked unconscious in a heap next to the hurting DVD. Phil: The ref is down! Steve: Capitalize!! Walsh nudges the referee with his foot a few times, shrugs, and then pulls DVD into the middle of the ring. Walsh looks down at the challenger, then walks to the ropes and climbs out of the ring. Walsh walks up the ramp and picks the World Championship up. He looks at it for a moment, then runs back to the ring and slides in under the bottom rope. Walsh stands across the ring from DVD, readying the World Title to give DVD a face lift. Phil: Oh no! Look out, Dave! DVD slowly manages to climb to his feet. He turns around towards Walsh and as he does, Walsh bolts across the ring, swinging the World Title. DVD is barely able to duck the shot and as Walsh turns back around, DVD snatches the World Title from his hands and smacks the champion in the face with it as the crowd goes crazy! Steve: Noooooo! Phil: Pin him, Dave! Dave throws the World Title out of the ring and then drops to the mat and hooks Walsh’s leg. The ref is still completely down and out as the crowd in the arena count the three themselves. Dave holds the pin as the ref slowly begins to stir and crawl over to them. Phil: We’re about to have a New Champion! The ref slowly starts the count. 1…… 2…… NO!!! The crowd groans as Walsh musters up just enough energy to get his foot on the rope. DVD climbs to his feet, pulling Walsh up with him. DVD catches his breath briefly and then whips Walsh to the ropes. As Walsh bounces back he leaps forward on instinct alone and smacks DVD in the jaw with a lethal High Voltage [Superkick]!!!!! Walsh and DVD both collapse to the mat. Phil: Oh my God! Walsh slowly crawls over to the Hall of Famer and drapes an arm over his chest. The ref drops back down for the count. 1…… 2…… 3! The crowd boos horribly as Walsh rolls off of DVD and lays on his back staring up at the ceiling. The bell tolls. Hardcore Hect: And here is your winner… And STILL SFT World Heavyweight Champion… “The Chosen One” SHAWN WALSH!!! ”Jesus (of Nazareth)” by (hed) P.E. blares over the PA system as the ref raises Walsh’s arm as he lays on the mat. Jayden Morrigan slides into the ring with the World Title and helps Walsh to his feet. She hands him his title and raises his arm in the air to a hostile crowd. Phil: My God he did it… Somehow Shawn Walsh retained the World Heavyweight Championship! Steve: I knew he could do it! Walsh looks down at DVD and cracks a smile as he and his new manager celebrate one hell of a hard fought victory. WINNER, AND STILL WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION - SHAWN WALSH Phil: What a phenomenal contest we have just seen, and what a way to round off possibly the greatest Titans show in SFT history. Steve: You have to give huge credit to both men, and you can bet dollars to donuts that we've haven't seen them facing off for the last time here. Steve: No doubt about it, those two will meet again, and I for one can't wait to be be there when they do. It's been a huge night here, three Titles on the line, and three Champions managing to retain their belts. Until next week, this is Steve Phillips, for Phil Stevens, saying goodnight from Tuesday Night Titans. Phil: Goodnight folks. fadeout....
Credits Opening Segment: Christian Cage/Shawn Walsh Felix Bayermann vs. Clayton Walker: Christian Cage Segment: Megan Aidan Morag vs. Justin Paige: Shawn Walsh Cowboy Jack Jones vs. Nirvana: Connor MacDaddy Segment: The Great Malinko/Shawn Walsh Kyle Murphy vs. Amy Jo Smyth: Christian Cage Segment: Connor MacDaddy Daniel Kalis vs. Jared Mayer: Connor MacDaddy Segment: Connor MacDaddy/Megan Dave Van Dam vs. Shawn Walsh: Shawn Walsh Closing Segment:Christian Cage

The crowd begins to shout as the arena goes black and pictures of a morgue appear on the striketron. Pictures of bodies ripped apart, bodies crawling with maggots, etc. As the fans begin to boo a light shines onto the ramp as the pictures on the jumbotron change to a big grey screen. Holocaust by Savatage hits the pa as a beutiful image of a butterfly emerging from it's cacoon appears on the jumbotron. The arena is plunged into gold which flashes into silver every other second, than back into gold. Images of babies being born and people filing into churches and other social places to appear on the jumbotron. First just a child walking, and than a bear attacking a wolf and ripping it's guts out. A sigh is sent out over the pa as white powder begins to call from the arena celing. Soon, the jumbotron shows images of past Jeff King matches from SFT and RWA. Finaly, the last image shown is of Jeff King holding the SFT title above his head after his first world title win. JEFF KING appears on the jumbotron as King walks from behind the curtains, almost immediatly, "Cowboy" Jack Jones runs from behind the curtain and decks Nirvana from behind. Nirvana rolls down the ramp and then Jack picks him up. Jack irish whips Nirvana into the steps, then rolls him into the ring.

Phil: Woah, Jack isn't fooling around, I've never seen him like this!

Steve: El Cowboy seems to hold el grudge.

Phil: Cool it, desparado.

Jones locks up with Nirvana as Jack Jones suplexes King to the mat. Jack runs and bounces off the ropes and does a huge leg drop to King’s throat. King holds his throat in pain. Cowboy Jack Jones looks down at Nirvana and locks in a chokehold. Jones then tries to apply a stretcher hold but looses his grip on King and King rolls Jones up in a school boy pin.

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2...

Kickout!

Jones kicks out with authority. Jeff King and Jack Jones are standing in the ring and King runs over to Jack Jones attempting a clothesline but Jones doesn’t budge. King then runs off the ropes again for another clothesline but again Cowboy Jack Jones doesn’t budge. Then King tries a third time but Cowboy Jack Jones catches King with a drop kick to the face.
Phil: Jack Jones seems to show an uncanny amount of resiliance here!
Steve: Yes, El Cowboy is el strongo.
Phil: Indeed, espesially for his small frame at 200 lbs.
Steve: El big thing for el small package... El Cowboy...
Phil: Stop that! You are not mexican.
Steve: Neither are you.
Phil: So?
Steve: Just sayin.
Cowboy Jack Jones goes to a turnbuckle and starts to undo the padding as he takes it off and exposes the metal. Nirvana gets up and Jones goes to Irish whip King into the turnbuckle. King reverses in and sends Cowboy Jack Jones into the turnbuckle as he screams in pain with his back digging into the metal.
Steve: El Cowboy's plan backfired.
Phil: *slap*
Steve: Oww.
Then King grabs Jones’s head and bashes his face off the metal. Breaking Cowboy Jack Jones’s forehead open. Blood starts to gush down Jones’s face as King sets Cowboy Jack Jones in the turnbuckle for a reverse DDT off the ropes. King goes for the pin.
Phil: Jack Jone's is busted open, and now Nirvana is going to get extra ruthless!
Steve: Yeah, it's like that blood fuels Nirvana to kick ass more that a robot build to solely kick ass.
Phil: You are a true wordsmith.
1.....
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Kickout!

Nirvana wastes no time and gets up. King is now in full control as he applies an arm lock and puts his knee on Cowboy Jack Jones' shoulder.
Phil: That looks painfull!
King tightens the hold as Jack screams in pain. Cowboy Jack Jones twsits himself around and over King’s leg and somehow miracously is able to kick King away. Jack Jones is slowly up and King is getting up when Jones superkicks Jeff King right in the chin.
Steve: Oh man! That will chip your tooth quicker then giving oral to Johnny Legend!
Phil: You need to stop talking... this match is fantastic, and I am missing it because of you!
Cowboy Jack Jones staggers forward and covers...
1...
2...
Kickout!

Cowboy Jack Jones picks King up and hits a belly-belly suplex, followed up with another, then another BTB suplex. Nirvana is on the ground and Jack looks beat. Jones is climbing the turnbuckles but King is up quickly and catches him at the top and quickly superplexes him all the way down. King gets up gingerly and you can hear him yell with adreniline. King climbs the ropes and flies off with a flying headbutt but Cowboy Jack Jones lifts a foot in time and catches King right in the face.
Steve: Owwwies!
Cowboy Jack Jones grabs King and hits a suplex. But Cowboy Jack Jones is looking a bit sluggish now as you can see this match has taken a toll on him. Jack covers him...
1.....
2.....
Kickout!

Steve: Looks like Cowboy Jack Jones is out of gas now.
Phil: Yeah both men are pretty tired, King barely half assed got his shoulder up in time on that one.
Both men lay on their back catching their breaths, finally Cowboy Jack Jones gets up and hits a leg drop on King but King rolled out of the way. King with a flying clothesline. Cowboy Jack Jones is down.
Steve: King still has a few drops it seems.
King off the ropes with a plancha on Cowboy Jack Jones as he stands. King covers...
1....
2....
Kickout!

Phil: That was too close to call .
Steve: No shit.
King gets up and shakes his head. King locks in a figure 4 leg lock. Cowboy Jack Jones is in obvious agony as King pulls on the leg and keeps applying pressure. The ref keeps asking Cowboy Jack Jones if he wants to give up, Jones shakes his head no.
Steve: He just won't quit!
Cowboy Jack Jones screams as sits up and punches King in the knee. Cowboy Jack Jones continues punching King in the knee, which causes more pain for Cowboy Jack Jones but finally the hold is broken. Cowboy Jack Jones gets up limping, King comes running and Cowboy Jack Jones jumps with a round house kick as both men go down hard. Slowly both men get up, each give a weak smile towards each other. They sling themselves against the ropes and fly at each other with Lariats and nail each other at the same exact time.
Steve: Both men are down!
They lay there next to each other for what seems an eternity. King moves a hand, Cowboy Jack Jones moves his head, Cowboy Jack Jones crawls over to King and lays his head and arm on King’s chest as the ref counts...
1...
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2...
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Kickout!

Phil: My GOD that was close!
Nirvana gets to his feet and supports himself on the ropes. Jones manages to get up, and stand dazed in the ring. King somehow springs up, and just a Jack turns to face him, Nirvana hits the Abadox! He falls over Cowboy Jack Jones for the pin...
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3!!!

Phil: Nirvana wins!
Steve: What a great match!
WINNER - NIRVANA

We cut backstage to see the SFT World Heavyweight Champion, Shawn Walsh ,making his way backstage toward the Superiority Complex locker room, title belt over his shoulder with a cocky swagger in the way he walks. Nothing can touch him…nothing ever has really. This upcoming match wasn’t going to be such a challenge. Last week was just a fluke. Shawn Walsh was better then they were…all of them.

“Good afternoon Mr. Walsh.”

With the door still half open Walsh freezes, preparing himself for what ever ambush the voice may have prepared. He knew that voice, he knew who he ran with, who else would be in there? Allisa? Jared Mayer and Havoc? All of Legacy in it’s back stabbing glory? Throwing the door open the rest of the way and launching himself in the room he quickly found a position where they couldn’t all come at him at once, but was slightly disappointed and relieved at the same time, to find only Malinko sitting in his chair smoking a cigarette.

The Great Malinko: We need to talk you and I.

Shawn Walsh: What? Get the fuck out of my chair. You have no right…

The Great Malinko: I have every right. And the only person I listen to when they tell me to get the fuck out of a chair is my wife, and believe me she’s scarier then you are when she’s angry. Now we need to talk.

Shawn Walsh: Heh, my thoughts exactly.

The Great Malinko: I want a rematch. I want what’s mine.

Shawn Walsh: ...Not exactly what I had in mind... What the fuck are you talking about? The world title? You’ve got another thing coming if you think you’ve earned a shot at that. So DVD helped you win a match that doesn’t earn you the right to lay claims to the world title.

Malinko laughs and takes another long drag of his cigarette.

The Great Malinko: No Shawn, I don’t want your pretty jewelry. I want what’s mine. My win. Perhaps you would like to sit down and discuss this over a cigarette. Oh…I’m sorry that’s right I heard you quit. Looking confused Walsh replies.

Shawn Walsh: What? You won dipshit, and put that out. No smoking in my locker room.

The Great Malinko: On paper yes, it would seem to be that way. But I know that I didn’t win, and you know that you didn’t lose. Our little dance was over long before it even began, thanks to that useless twat you’re facing tonight. I want my match, no DQs, no interruptions, and I want it soon. And I smoke where I want. My wife, remember?

Shawn Walsh: I’m the World fucking Champion. Do you know what that means? You don’t get to challenge me like this. People have earned the right to face me, and fail, you can do the same!

The Great Malinko: Well, you’re the world champion…for now. I left the rest of the pack over there…you know, incase you don’t have the will power to go through with it. You and I aren’t done.

Malinko gets up and walks by Walsh nudging him in the shoulder as he goes by in a challenge, while we head back to ringside.

Steve: What in the hell was that all about?

Phil: I don't know, but what I do know is that we're all set for our second huge Title contest of the night. Hect, it's over to you...

Match Four:
KYLE MURPHY (Challenger) vs. AMY JO SMYTH (Champion)
(SFT Intercontinental Championship)

We cut back to Hardcore Hect, waiting in the ring, microphone in hand and ready to announce the participants for the next match.

Hardcore Hect: Ladies and Gentlemen, the following is the first of our three Championship contests here tonight. It is scheduled for one fall, with a 20 minute time limit, and is for the Strike Fantasy Towers Intercontinental Heavyweight Championship!

Introducing first, the challenger for the Title. Fighting out of Greenwich, Connecticut, and weighing in at 275lbs, 'The Superior One' KYLE MURPHY!!!
A burst of pyro explodes at the entrance and "This Fire Burns" by Killswitch Engage blares across the loudspeakers. Kyle Murphy strolls out confidently onto the stage, where he gives a pump of his fist, cuing another pyrotechnic explosion. Kyle laughs before starting on down the aisle, now all business. He walks slowly and purposefully down the aisle to ringside, where he climbs the ringsteps and onto the apron. With a grin Murphy steps between the ropes and into the ring. Inside the ring Kyle goes to the corner opposite where he entered and climbs to the second rope. His face now intense once again, he gestures around his waist and then points both thumbs at himself. Finally Murphy jumps down off the ropes and awaits the arrival of his opponent.

Steve: I think it's pretty safe to say that our Challenger is pretty fired up for this contest?

Phil: You'd have to be a dumbass NOT to be motivated by a chance at the Intercontinental Title.

Steve: This is true.

Hardcore Hect: Now, introducing his opponent. She weighs in at 115lbs and hails from Concord, Georgia. She comes to the ring tonight as the reigning and defending Strike Fantasy Towers Intercontinental Heavyweight Champion, she is 'The Bullet Girl' AMY JO SMYTH!!!

The lights lower and “London Bridge (Southern Charm Remix)” by Fergie begins. Red police lights begin flashing everywhere and spot lights move all over the crowd like search lights. Amy Jo steps out onto the stage and throws her arms up. She races down to the ring, wasting no time, and slides in.

Steve: This is the first of 3 title battles here tonight, and I'm sure it's going to set the tone for what's to come.

Phil: Both look pretty focused, so I think we're all set for a great contest.

Amy Jo hands her Title to the referee, who raises it high in the air before calling for the bell as Amy Jo's music fades away. Both combatants seem to be waiting for the other to make the first move, eventually prompting Kyle, with typcial Murphy arrogance, to turn his back on his opponent and taunt the crowd. While he is doing this, Amy Jo moves behind him and gets into position to blast him with a kick to the gut when he does eventually turn back to face her.

As Kyle is doubled over in pain, Amy Jo bounces off of the ropes and nails Kyle in the back of the head with her trademark "Southern Charm" axe kick, followed by a quick cover:

ONE!

TWO!!

THRE!!!

Phil: What the hell just happened? Did Amy Jo Smyth just beat Kyle Murphy in like 10 seconds?

Steve: What a sensational outcome we've seen here! Amy Jo retains her IC Title, and in some style as well.

Back in the ring, Kyle Murphy is rubbing the back of his head and trying to work out exactly what has happened to him as the IC Champion celebrates in the ring with her belt.

WINNER, AND STILL INTERCONTINENTAL CHAMPION - AMY JO SMTYH

The scene goes backstage. SFT owner Aiden Morag is on a doctor's table recieving medical attention for the attack after his match. Connor MacDaddy walks up to him.
Connor MacDaddy: Hey man, how are you?
Aidan Morag: Are you blind? Why didn't you back me up, man?
Connor MacDaddy: I did!
Aiden Morag: Pfft... too little too late.
Connor MacDaddy: Hey now, I aint done. In fact, see this army of security behind me?
The camera pans out and there are a dozen large men standing behind Connor.
Aidan Morag: Is tonight 'Gang Bang Night' at the MacDaddy household?
Connor MacDaddy: ...no... watch and learn. This is how us old school owners handle problems. Come on, guys.
Connor leaves Aiden and walks down the hall. He walks up to a locker room, on the door it says 'Legacy' in large letters. Connor knocks on the door.
Connor MacDaddy: Open up.
The door opens and The Great Malinko is standing there. He makes eye contact with Connor, and the two stare down.
The Great Malinko: Did somebody order pizza?
Connor MacDaddy: Funny... pack up your stuff fellas. As acting SFT owner, I am ejecting you from the arena.
Ian Wynn stands behind TGM.
Ian Wynn: Sounds like somebody is bitter about his partner getting beaten up.
The Great Malinko: We aren't going anywhere.
Aliisa pushes her way to the front.
Allisa O'Toole: No... it's okay guys. We'll leave after Jared's match, okay? That way, we won't have to hurt any puny security guards.
Connor MacDaddy: You don't make the rules, Allisa... I do. Pack up your things, and get out. Jared can stay here. Hell, I'll be nice and even let Ms. Black and Jared's sister stay with him. Afterall... what harm can a woman do?
Allisa O'Toole: Heh... fine. Get your stuff boys, we are out of here.
The door opens all the way, and The Great Malinko walks out and past Connor. Then Excidium, Then Havoc, then Ian Wynn, then Nirvana, Nirvana stops in front of Connor and the two stare eachother down.
Connor MacDaddy: I was wondering if your cheating ass would show your face here ever again.
Nirvana looks like he is about to deck Connor, but Allisa pushes him, and he walks on. Allisa starts to walk away, but Connor grabs her arm and stops her.
Connor MacDaddy: Hold it. Keep your schedule open... it's about time I set you straight.
Allisa laughs and pushes Connor off of her. Connor watches Legacy be escorted out of the building by security, and then he looks into the dressing room and sees Jared Mayer, Lucrieta Black, and Rosanna.
Connor MacDaddy: Hey, Nazi-boy... you are up next. Good luck, ha-ha!
Connor walks off back to Aidan.
Aidan Morag: That was it?
Connor MacDaddy: You have a lot to learn...
Connor smiles as we go back to ringside
Phil: I don't know what that was all about... but it's time for the United States Championship match!

Match Five:
DANIEL KALIS (Challenger) vs. JARED MAYER (Champion)
(SFT United States Championship)
Staind "For You" begins to play when the lights in the arena turn blue. Jared Mayer walks out from the back. He does not stop or pause and just walks down towards the ring. He is heavily bandaged up, covering his recent stab wounds. Lucretia Black walks out a moment after him holding his US title and follows him down to the ring. She steps back and allows him to climb into the ring.
Phil: Should he even be out here?
Steve: Why? It's not like he was stabbed or anything.
Phil: Uhmm...
Steve: Oh... right.... sorry... anyways, he is Jared fucking Mayer, he can take the occasional stabbing.
Phil: We'll see.
Angry Chair by Alice In Chains plays on the PA as Daniel "Rayn" Kalis comes out from the back. He looks down at the ring and smiles as he sees the wounded Mayer. He runs down the ramp and slides into the ring, as the bell rings and the match starts. Rayn immediatly runs into the Schwerer Schlag!
Phil: Oh my god... almost immediatly, Jared hit one of his signature moves!
Steve: This could be over! Cover him!
After the kick, Jared falls to his knees and clutches his body in pain.
Phil: Oh no, looks like Mayer may have moved a bit too fast, and may have further injured himself.
Jared manages to slowly crawl to Rayn and he goes for the pin.
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Kickout!
Steve: Rayn kicked out, but it makes you wonder... if Jared was 100% and covered him quicker, would this match be over?
Phil: Nah... Rayn is a tough guy, nobody can beat him this early on.
Jared gets up and leans against the ropes to compse himself. Rayn gets to his feet and meets Jared in the missle of the ring. Jared throws the first punch and backs Rayn into the corner. Jared now has Rayn in a corner and is choking Rayn’s neck. The ref begins to count on the illegal choke. Jared steps off and continues to stay on top of Rayn firing forearms into Rayn’s face as he’s down in the corner. Jared throws eight total forearms at Rayn and when he’s done Rayn’s left eye is black and blue. Jared lifts Rayn to his feet and begins to rake Rayn’s eyes a crossed the ropes. Rayn holds his eyes as Jared goes to whip Rayn across the ring, but Rayn reverses it and reverse monkey flips Jared on the bounce back. Rayn gets up with momentum and as Jared stands up clotheslines Jared over the top rope.
Phil: Jared gets clotheslined over the ropes!
Steve: That can't be good.
Rayn starts to shout at the crowd as Lucreita helps Jared up on the outside of the ring. Ms. Black talks german in his ear, as the ref starts the ten count. Jared is still clutching his body, and by the ref's 8 count, Jared slides back in the ring, but as Rayn approaches, Jared slides back out so he can rest more. Rayn gets fed up and exits the ring. He walks towards Mayer, but Ms. Black steps in his way and Rayn decks her. As Rayn is looking down on the fallen Lurieta, Mayer jumps on him and tackles him to the ground. Jared is throwing his fists all over the place, and Rayn frees himself by quicly jabbing at Mayer's stab wounds. Mayer rolls off in pain.
Phil: C'mon! That's not fair, don't go after the open wound!
Steve: Rayn is a smart man, he can smell Mayer's weakness.
Rayn picks Mayer up and rolls him into the ring. Rayn then gets him to his feet and meets him with a boot to the chest. He then gets down on Jared’ shoulders and begins firing forearms into Jared’ face just Like Jared did earlier. Rayn nails twelve forearms on the jaw of Jared before lifting him up onto his feet and snap suplexing him. Rayn doesn’t let go of the suplex though as he lifts Jared up again into a front face plat suplex.
Phil: My god! Rayn is really targeting those wounds! He just dropped Mayer directly onto them.
Rayn covers Jared and hooks his leg!
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Rayn isn’t really surprised as he locks Jared into a rear chin lock. He starts to pull back on Jared as Jared starts firing elbows into Rayn’s gut. Finally Jared stands up with Rayn still holding him and Jared reverses the hold with a drop forward neck crack as Rayn’s chin bounces off of Jared’ shoulder. Jared gets up and so does Rayn and Jared swings at Rayn with a right. Rayn blocks the right and counters with a right of his own. Rayn begins to fire right after right into the face of Jared before finally bringing Jared up against the ropes. Rayn then steps back and runs at Jared to which Jared reverses into a back drop over the ropes. Rayn hits the mat covered floor and rolls back first into the metal crowd barrier.
Steve: Now it is Daniel Kalis flying out of the ring!
Phil: Call him Rayn like everyone else... only his friends call him by his real name... and you sir... don't have friends.
Jared slides out under the bottom rope and lifts Rayn off the floor. He then whips Rayn into the turnbuckle as Rayn bounces head first off the metal pole with a sickening thud. Jared slowly bends down and lifts Rayn to his feet as Rayn has a “glazed over” look in his eyes. Jared tosses Rayn into the ring and we notice a small cut over the black and blue left eye of Rayn. Jared immediately uses this to his advantage as he rakes Rayn’s eyes twice, trying to open the cut further.
Phil: Rayn just got busted open from flying into that metal turnbuckle post!
Jared then runs back into the ropes but as he charges at Rayn, Rayn drops down onto his back and Jared runs over him. Rayn then grabs Jared’ legs, trips him up and rolls up onto Jared’ back into a boston crab hold. Jared is able to quickly get to the ropes and break the hold. As Jared starts to get up Rayn fires a left into Jared’s jaw. He then sets up for a piledriver which is quickly reversed into a back drop by Jared.
Phil: I think Mayer is great an all... but that was the world's worst backdrop.
Steve: Mayer is back on his knees clutching his body, and Rayn is already back on his feet.
Rayn gets right back up from the back drop and clotheslines Jared as he turns around. Rayn then starts to get the upper hand with two stomps followed by a running leg drop. Rayn then grabs part of the bandages around Mayer's body, and begins to unravel them. He then wraps the white bandages around Mayer's neck and beguns to strangle him.
Phil: Rayn is sick! He is choking Mayer with his own bandages!
The ref jumps on and stops Rayn. Rayn then continues taking off Mayer's bandages till there is none left.
Steve: Gross.
The camera focuses in on two stitched up stab wounds on Jared Mayer's torso. Mayer lays on his back in the ring, and Rayn hovers his foot over the stab wounds, teasing everybody into thinking that his is going to stomp on them.
Phil: No! Don't do it!
Suddenly, from the back Jared Mayer's sister, Rosanna runs out. She jumps on the apron and begins yelling at the referee, begging him to stop the match. Rayn sees her and focuses in on her, and the referee begins to yell at her to get off the apron. Then, from nowhere Lucrieta Black slides in the ring, and lays out Rayn with the US title! The ref didn't see anything, and Roseanna gets off the apron.
Steve: Ms. Black knocked Rayn's block off!
Jared Mayer begins to crawl to Rayn, and puts an arm over him for the pin...
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Steve: I though this one was over!
Jared stumbles to his feet, then walks around to Rayn’s head and face stretches on Rayn’s bad eye. He picks up Rayn whose eye is now gushing with blood and piledrives him. Rayn’s head bounces off the canvas as his neck is compressed on it. Jared then walks over to one of the turnbuckles and begins to take of the protective padding. He does this and sets up a slingshot that sends Rayn head first into the exposed metal ring. Rayn’s face bounces off of the ring and we can now notice that along with the cut above his eye, Rayn’s forehead has been busted open, and he bleeds even more. Rayn staggers back after bouncing off the turnbuckle and Jared is read with a school boy roll up. The ref counts.
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Phil: My god... the resiliance on Rayn is incredible!
Jared can not believe it! He picks up Rayn, and takes him into the corner. He sets Rayn up in the corner and begins to fire forearms at Rayn’s good eye. Suddenly though Rayn spins Jared around so now he is in the corner and begins to throw forearms at Jared. He works Jared in the corner alternating between kicks, punches, and forearms. Rayn’s face is now half covered in blood and half swollen from the recent forearms. But he still goes at Jared hip tossing him onto the canvas as he comes out of the corner.
Phil: Rayn’s showing some battle scars but it looks like he’s turning this one around.
Jared rolls off the hip toss, Rayn is now like a man possessed as he starts firing rapid fire rights into Jared’s face. He takes Jared by the hair and drags him over to the exposed turnbuckle and begins to beat Jared’ face into it. Now we can see a light red drops fall from Jared's face as Rayn continues to smash his face into the turnbuckle. Finally Rayn stops and throws Jared over the top rope and onto the arena floor. Jared lays there motionless trying to regain his bearings after the fifteen plus times his face was smashed into the turnbuckle. Rayn walks over to the ring steps and takes the top set. Rayn takes the steps and lifts them up into the ring. Then he takes Jared over to the bottom set and foreward suplexes Jared onto the bottom set.
Steve: Oh my god! Mayer just landed wound-first on the steel steps.
Phil: Uh oh... Rayn must have opened up the stitches there, we can see the blood coming from Jared's stab wounds now.
Rayn now seems like he’s on a mission to destroy Jared as he walks over to a time keeper and takes a chair from him. He lifts ths chair up and brings it down on Jared’ head with a mighty thud. He then picks up the unconscious body of Jared and tosses it into the ring.
Phil: Rayn is using a chair!
Steve: Why is referee allowing this?
Phil: He isn't!
The referee calls for the bell as Rayn is disqualified!
Phil: I don't think Rayn cares! He's an animal!
Rayn gets into the ring and is about to bring down the chair again on Mayer, but the ref stops him and the bell rings more.
Chimpo the Chimp: Ladies and Gentleman... the winner of this match... by disqualification... and still SFT United States Champion... Jared Mayer!
Phil: Rayn DQed himself!
"Mack Daddy" by Sir Mix-a-Lot plays an Connor MacDaddy walks out onto the stage with a microphone...
Connor MacDaddy: Hold the phone, Chimpo... you see... since Shawn Walsh is no longer owner, and Nathan Gust is AWOL, and Aiden was taken out earlier tonight... I am the only SFT owner here tonight... and I desperately want to see that Nazi bastard Jared Mayer taken out tonight! So I am hereby restarting this match... and Rayn... go nuts.
Connor walks backstage and Rayn gets a big smile on his face.
Phil: What?
Steve: Connor MacDaddy pretty much ordered the destruction of Jared Mayer!
Rayn takes the chair and raises it in the air, and comes down straight on the stab wounds of Jared Mayer. Rayn then gets on his knees and begins to scratch at the sitches, opening them up even more. Mayer goes into a fetal position, and Rayn pins him...
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Steve: NO WAY!
Phil: Looks like this march isn't about blood, it's about heart.
Steve: It’s almost as if Jared isn’t human, kicking out of the beating he has taken.
Rayn seems like he’s gonna explode after Jared kicked out of the pin. He looks at the crowd but keeps his calm as he goes back to the task at hand. He lifts Jared’s semi-lifeless body and sets him up for the Epiphany but Jared reverses it by throwing Rayn into the ropes. On the bounce back Jared connects with the Reichsprogromnacht!
Steve: He hit the Reckspaganugget! Where did he come up with the strength to do that?
Jared is on the gound in pain, but very slowly crawld over to Rayn for the pinfall...
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Kickout!
Steve: Jared almost had it!
Phil: These men are definatley tired, anytime now this match has to be over!
Jared starts to lift Rayn up but suddenly Rayn takes Jared down in the center of the ring! Rayn quickly grabs Jared’s left leg and looking down on him. Rayn spins around the left leg of Jared as if setting up for the Figure 4. He then grabs Jared’ right leg and brings it up underneath Jared’ twisted left leg. Instead of falling back and locking on the Figure 4, Rayn steps over Jared’ twisted left leg now with his own left leg, then flips him over counterclockwise into a Sharpshooter position!
Steve: Rayn with an innovative submission!
Phil: Mayer must be in pain!
Jared fights the urge to tap, as the blood continues to drip from his face and torso. On the ring we see the red spot growing as Rayn starts to scream. His own blood dripping down his body and collecting in a pool in the center of the ring. Jared slowly starts to crawl towards the ropes as Rayn pulls him back into the center of the ring. Jared once again starts to pull himself towards the ropes, and again Rayn pulls Jared back out into the center of the ring. Rayn tries to tighten the hold as one last time Jared slides towards the ropes. Again Rayn brings him back into the center of the ring. Jared is too weak now to try for the ropes again, but continues to try to keep from tapping. It’s now a race to see who can hold on longer. Jared’s blood is now a huge dark crimson puddle in the center of the ring and each drop just adds to it. Rayn’s bleeding continues about as fast as Jared’s. Both men show signs of fatigue as the blood drains from them. The ref continues to ask Jared if he taps out but Jared continues to fight his temptation to tap out to the pain. Rayn’s grip loosens with every drop of blood that hits the mat. Jared also is fading as the ref continues to ask if he taps. Jared raises his body and every ounce of his strength and manages to somehow crawl to the ropes as Rayn has a look of unbelief, Jared makes it to the ropes and passes out, the ref makes Rayn break the hold. Rayn quickly turns around and nails Jared, but no response at all from Jared. Rayn takes his arm off the ropes and slowly covers.
Phil: Rayn is kicking Mayer... but there is no response!
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Steve: My god! I thought Jared had died!
Phil: You can see... the parts of his body that arent covered in blood, are slate pale... I am legitimatly fearing for Mayer's life right now.
Rayn slowly gets to his feet and picks up Jared. Jared slowly gets to his feet, but almost falls over. All of a sudden, he gets a burst of energy and nails Rayn with the Reichsprogromnacht! He used up all his energy, and both men lay on the ground. Jared slowly crawls to Rayn and lays his arm over him. The ref starts the count.
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Phil: He kicked out AGAIN!?!?
Steve: My god! For the record, Rayn has kicked out of two Reichsprogromnachts, and one Schwerer Schlag!
Phil: Speak english man! These two are beating the FUCK out of eachother!
Jared starts to get up and he gets to his knees. Rayn stays down. The referee is checking on Rayn. Jared crawls to the ring apron and Ms. Black is there to try to calm him. Lucrieta then goes under the ring and pulls out some barbed wire. She starts wrapping Jared's arm up in it, and she whispers something german in his ear. Mayer struggles to get to his feet, but does. Rayn also manages to get to his feet, and as soon as he faces Mayer, Jared naisl him with another Reichsprogromnacht, this time with the barbed-wire covered arm!
Phil: Oh my god!
Jared falls almost unconsious on top of Rayn after the move for a pin...
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Phil: Jared Mayer did it!
Steve: He won!
Phil: My god! What a match!
Steve: What an upset, Mayer came into the match an injured man... came out STILL as the SFT United States champion.

WINNER - JARED MAYER

Connor MacDaddy comes running down the ramp with a steel chair.
Phil: Uh-oh!
Ms. Black sees him, but it is too late, as she is met with the business end of the steel chair off her skull. Connor then slides into the ring, and sees Jared on his knees covered in blood. He swings the chair like a baseball bat and knock Mayer down. Connor gets to his feet, and reaches into his back pocket and pulls out a pair of wirecutters.
Steve: Wirecutters, this can't be good!
Connor starts to cut off the stitches on Mayer's torso, and blood begins to pour out of Mayer. Connor smiles as he looks down at the unconsious Jared Mayer. Connor then gets to the top rops and signals a splash onto Mayer.
Phil: Oh my god! Somebody stop him!
Steve: Nobody can! Connor threw the Legacy out of the building!
Right before Connor jumps, he feels somehing tugging at his leg. Jared's sister Rosanna is holding onto Connor's leg. Connor gets off the top rope and stares at Rosanna on the apron. He grabs her by the hair and flips her over the top rope. He then picks her up, and wraps both hands around her neck and begins to choke the life out of her.
Phil: Connor is insane, stop him! Somebody!
Rosanna's face is beat red, and a dozen referees come out from the back. They start to pull Connor off Rosanna. Rosanna falls on the ground and begins instensly coughing. Connor fights off the referees, and manages to get back on the top rope. He quickly jumps off and nails a frog splash on Jared Mayer, who simply doesn't react.
Phil: My god... I have never in my life expected to see Jared Mayer in this position.
EMTs run down to the ring with a stretcher, and the referees hold off Connor long enough for the medics to load Jared on the stretcher and apply pressure on his wounds. Connor stops struggling, and orders the referees to leave him in the ring. The referees leave the ring and help Ms. Black and Rosanna to the back. Connor looks down and sees the massive puddle of blood. He rips off his shirt and pants so he is just in his boxers. He lays down and starts splashing around in it.
Steve: This is sick, Connor is swimming in Jared Mayer's blood.
Connor is laughing, and he stands up... his entire body is covered in Mayer's blood. Not a square inch of his skin is visible. Connor orders to be handed a microphone.
Connor MacDaddy: Ladies and Gentleman... you are looking at the future of SFT... The future is me... covered in a SFT member's blood. Tonight, it is Jared Mayer... tomorrow... who knows? I came out here to announce something... Nathan Gust has been... MIA at the Strike Tower. Therefor... he has been stripped of all ownership duties. That means, that both myself and Aidan Morag are 50% co-owners of SFT... and I become one more step closer to my goal of killing SFT.
Phil: Will somebody call the loony bin, their biggest inmate seems to have escaped.
Connor MacDaddy: I am going to be truthful... there is a way to stop me. I am going to make a challenge... to any member of the so-called 'Legacy', for New Beginnings. I challenge any one of you to a cage match... with my 50% ownership on the line. What do I ask in return?... why spoil the surprise?... you'll find out soon enough.
"Mack Daddy" by Sir Mix-a-Lot plays and Connor slowly steps out of the ring.
Phil: What the hell is he up to?
Steve: I don't want to know.
We again cut backstage to see Megan walking down a corridor, minding her own business when a door swings open and an arm emerges. It grabs her and drags her into the room.

Steve: What the fuck?

Phil: I dunno.

Crashing and banging comes from the room for a long period of time before the door comes flying open and Megan is thrown out forcefully. She is slammed into the wall and falls flat onto her back. A stack of papers is thrown atop her and the door is slammed.

Steve: Someone get inside that room, find out who did this.

Phil: Who cares who did this?

Steve: Well, at least find out what the papers say.

Phil: Unless they tell me who Nelly’s father is, I really don’t give a damn.

JC: Well ain't that just so considerate.

EMTs and Security guards come running up to her and begin attending to her. Security guards enter the room using extreme force to open the door and begin to search the room. They find nobody, just an empty janitor’s closet.

Phil: I said I wouldn't wanna be in her shoes.

Steve: No you, said you wouldn't wanna be in Amy Jo's shoes, that was Megan who got attacked.

Phil: Whatever, you know what I mean.

Steve: OK folks, we are just moments away from the contest that we've been waiting all evening for, and the biggest match of 2007 so far here in SFT.

Phil: That's right, we're going to see The Immortal Icon himself, Dave Van Dam, try to roll back the years and try to add yet another World Championship to his already glittering resume as he takes on 'The Chosen One', Shawn Walsh.

Phil: The time for talking is over, let's send this up, for the last time this evening, to our Ring Announcer, Hardcore Hect:

Main Event:
DAVE VAN DAM (Challenger) vs. SHAWN WALSH (Champion)
(SFT World Heavyweight Championship)

Hardcore Hect: The following match is scheduled for one fall and is for the SFT World Heavyweight Championship!
“Changes” by Tupac blares over the PA system as blue and red pyro shoot up from the sides of the stage. The crowd goes insane as Dave Van Dam steps out onto the stage with his arms raised.
Phil: If anyone is going to beat Shawn Walsh for the World Championship it’s this man right here!
Steve: Ha.
Dave takes in the crowd’s approval and smiles.
Ring Announcer: Introducing first, the challenger… From Philadelphia, Pennsylvania… “The Immortal Icon” DAVE VAN DAM!!!
DVD suddenly darts down the ramp and slides into the ring. He poses for the crowd then begins to shadow box in the corner.
Phil: I can’t remember the last time I saw Dave Van Dam this prepared for a match. This should be amazing!
Steve: Can’t argue with you there.
Suddenly the lights in the arena dim then fade completely out. We can hear the immortal words of Shawn Walsh whispered over the sound system:

"I am the epitome of excellence."
"In Shawn We Trust."
Followed by an extremely cocky chuckle. The crowd erupts with boos as the slow beginning of "Jesus (of Nazareth)" by (hed) P.E. plays. Gold strobe lights flash with the beat of the song. Suddenly, the lights go completely out. As the chorus hits, two huge, gold lightning bolts strike the sides of the stage. Silver pyro goes off from the points of impact and move to the center of the stage to meet in one giant explosion. The crowd pops for the pyro. The gold strobes resume flashing about the arena. The crowd rises to their feet booing as they know who is to come. "The Chosen One" Shawn Walsh emerges from the backstage area wearing a shiny, gold shirt - unbuttoned - and a pair of black sunglasses. He wears his usual ring attire of a pair of baggy, shiny, flashy, gold pants and black lace up wrestling boots. He has the World Heavyweight Championship slung over his right shoulder.
Hardcore Hect: And his opponent... Being accompanied to the ring by Jayden Morrigan... Residing in Los Angeles, California... The SFT World Heavyweight Champion... "The Chosen One" SHAWN WALSH!!!
Walsh flips the title off his shoulder and then raises it high above his head with both hands as the strobes stop and a gold spotlight shines down on him. Walsh looks back at the curtain and out walks his new manager Jayden Morrigan, pushing a large full body mirror on rollers. She slowly carries it to the front of Walsh. Walsh smirks, brushes his hair back with his hands, and begins to walk down to the ring, admiring himself as he does. When he gets to the ring he takes one last, long look in the mirror - adjusting everything to perfection - and then jumps up onto the apron. Walsh chuckles and paces back and forth for a moment before leaping over the top rope and into the ring. He climbs the turnbuckle and poses arrogantly once more, raising his arms - the World Championship in his right hand. He smirks as he strips himself of his shirt. He throws it - and his glasses - out of the ring and down to Jayden. Walsh hops off the turnbuckle and hands the World Title to the referee. The ref raises it high over his head and walks around the ring, showing everyone in the arena. He walks over to the ropes and passes the belt out of the ring.
Phil: It looks like we’re just about ready here…
Steve: Oh man, I can’t wait!
The ref calls for the bell and DVD and Walsh immediately begin circling around one another, waiting for the perfect times to strike. Walsh charges DVD and gets taken down with a drop toe hold. DVD quickly rolls over into a side headlock. Walsh powers himself up to his knees and then to his feet. Walsh lifts DVD up for a backdrop but DVD backflips out of it and grabs Shawn in a cradle on the way down.
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Steve: It’ll take so much more than that.
DVD and Shawn both get to their feet and Walsh charges. This time he connects with a wicked clothesline, knocking DVD out of the ring and onto the apron. Walsh walks over but gets met with a shoulder to the gut. DVD springs over the top rope with a front flip and rolls over Walsh's back and runs across the ring. DVD bounces off the ropes and cross body blocks Walsh and both men fall over the top rope to the outside.
Phil: Wow!
Steve: Yeah that was cool.
Both men get to their feet. Walsh kicks DVD in the gut and dropkicks him in the chest. DVD falls backward into the guardrail. Walsh grabs DVD and bodyslams him on the ground outside of the ring.

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Walsh jumps onto the apron and waits for DVD to get up. DVD slowly gets to his feet and Walsh jumps off with another dropkick sending DVD back-first into the guardrail.

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Walsh runs and jumps to splash DVD on the guardrail but DVD moves and Walsh crashes stomach first on the rail.

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DVD rolls into the ring and breaks the count before heading back out. DVD grabs Walsh by the hair and rolls him into the ring. DVD gets on the apron and yells for Shawn to get to his feet. Shawn gets to his feet and DVD springs onto the top rope and flies at Shawn with a Thesz Press. Shawn catches DVD and plants him with a vicious spinebuster. Both men lay on the mat motionless. The ref begins the 10 count as the crowd goes nuts.

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DVD uses the ropes to slowly get up as Walsh gets to his knees in mid ring. DVD runs and jumps into the air and front dropkicks Walsh right in the face. You can see the spit fly from Walsh's mouth.
Phil: What a kick by the Hall of Famer!
Steve: Ahhhhh!
DVD gets to his feet and lifts Walsh to his feet. DVD irish whips Walsh into the ropes and as Walsh returns, DVD drop toe holds him to the mat. DVD then runs on the ropes behind Walsh and runs off of them and dropkicks Walsh in the back of the head. DVD taunts a little as Walsh slowly gets up. DVD jumps at Walsh again with a cross body but gets caught in mid-air and Walsh drops him with a backbreaker. Walsh holds the position and wrenches DVD's back across his knee. The ref asks DVD if he wants to give up. DVD shakes his head 'no'. DVD punches Walsh directly in the face. After a few punches Walsh releases the hold. DVD falls off Walsh's knee and onto the ground. DVD holds his back and Walsh holds his face. Walsh shakes off the cobwebs and gets to his feet. Walsh stands in the corner and gets ready to deliver High Voltage [Superkick].
Phil: The end may be near for Dave Van Dam…
Steve: Muahahaha!
DVD gets to his feet with his back to Walsh. DVD turns around and Walsh goes for the move. DVD ducks and dropkicks Walsh's other leg. Walsh drops to the ground in pain, holding his knee. DVD runs up and climbs to the top turnbuckle. DVD flies off with a moonsault. Walsh moves out of the way. Walsh gets to his feet and lifts DVD up. Walsh irish whips DVD into the ropes. As DVD returns Walsh launches DVD into the air with a flapjack and drives him down stomach first. Walsh drags DVD over to the turnbuckle. Walsh climbs the ropes and jumps off and connects with a guillotine leg drop. Walsh sits across the throat as he hooks the leg.
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NO!

Walsh lifts DVD up and begins punching him in the head with frustration. Walsh bounces into the ropes and jumps back at DVD with a flying sidekick. Walsh gets up and readies for High Voltage once again.
Phil: The champion getting his momentum back here.
Steve: Fuckin’ right.
Walsh lunges forward again but DVD kicks him in the gut and tosses him over the top rope. DVD runs and bounces off the opposite ropes and then launches over the top rope with a dive. Both Walsh and DVD crash into the ground. DVD gets up first, hobbling a little bit.
Phil: DVD is one of the most talented individuals I have ever seen.
Steve: Meh.
DVD jumps onto the apron and flies back with a moonsault. Walsh moves, but DVD lands on his feet. Walsh kicks DVD in the gut. The champion slams DVD's head into the apron and rolls him into the ring. Walsh throws his hands in the air and walks around the ring to the announce tables.

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Walsh grabs his World Heavyweight Championship and flips it over his shoulder. DVD climbs to his feet in the ring as Walsh shakes his head and walks back around the ring to the ramp.

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Walsh walks backwards up the ramp taunting DVD as the crowd boos loudly.

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Walsh rubs the face plate on his title as he reaches the stage and taunts the crowd.

10!
The bell tolls as the crowds boos shake the arena.
Ring Announcer: And here is your winner… DAVE VAN--
Before she can even finish, the familiar opening of “Welcome to the Jungle” by Guns N’ Roses blares over the sound system. Everyone’s favorite CEO - Christian Cage – emerges from the back. Walsh’s eyes grow wide as he slowly spins around to see Cage standing right in front of him. Cage puts the mic to his mouth, shaking his head at the champion.
Christian Cage: Shawn, Shawn, Shawn. What don’t you understand here? You should have known full well that you getting counted out would result in me coming out here. Why even try it? Shawn, I’m sick of your games. Get your ass back down to the ring. I’m restarting this match – No count outs!
The crowd goes ballistic as Walsh begins to throw a temper tantrum. Walsh throws a right hand at Cage but the CEO blocks it and returns with one of his own. Walsh tumbles backwards and rolls a bit down the ramp, dropping his title. He jumps to his feet and begins walking back up to Cage but before he can do anything DVD grabs him from behind, runs him back down the ramp, and tosses him back into the ring. DVD leaps onto the apron and climbs in as the ref calls for the bell once more.
Phil: Thanks to Christian Cage we are going to have a decisive winner here tonight!
Steve: Dave Van Dam is a fucking cheater!
Phil: …Tell me you’re joking.
Walsh and DVD stand across the ring from one another, trying to anticipate what the other will do.
Phil: These two are giving these fans their money’s worth.
Steve: No kidding.
The staredown ends when DVD charges at Walsh, who uses his agility to duck and dodge a clothesline. When DVD turns to face Walsh again, he is greeted by a swift kick to the midsection, causing him to double over and be set up for a DDT, which Walsh executes excellently. He then goes for the quick cover, but DVD powers him off before the referee can even get to one.
Phil: Dave Van Dam found his second wind!
Steve: …
Walsh manages to get to his feet a full second before DVD, who finds himself on the receiving end of a few jabs that hardly phase him. DVD grabs Walsh's arm when he attempts for another jab, and twists it around into a hammerlock, before hooking Walsh in a position for a reverse DDT, but instead lifting him up and onto his shoulder. DVD then drives Walsh into the mat with a vicious powerslam that knocks the wind out of the champion. Instead of going for the quick pin, DVD quickly gets to his feet and pulls Walsh up, sending him into the ropes with an irish whip. Walsh runs back and ducks the clothesline attempt, firing back with a kick to the midsection that sends DVD reeling back into the ropes. A running dropkick sends DVD over the ropes, hitting the arena floor with a thud.
Phil: Oh man!
Steve: E-I-E-I-O!
Phil: What the fuck?
As DVD gets up onto the apron, Walsh bounces off the ropes and comes back, springboarding off the second rope and introducing DVD's upper body to the floor with a hurricanrana.
Steve: Nice offense by the champion!
Walsh nips up from the floor and pulls a groggy DVD up and rolls him back into the ring. He then rolls in himself and attempts a standing leg drop on the downed DVD, but he hits nothing but the mat. This time it is DVD who gets up first and, and levels the champ with a clothesline. DVD then picks Walsh up by the hair and lifts him up over his shoulders before dropping him to the mat with a gorilla press slam.
Phil: Dave Van Dam is fighting his way back into this thing!
DVD starts pulling Walsh to his feet again, but gets a low blow for his troubles that the referee somehow fails to spot. DVD drops to his knees as Walsh slowly rises and runs the ropes again, looking for a dropkick directly to DVD's head. The challenger, however, has enough sense left to duck, and Walsh ends up sailing over DVD's head and sliding straight under the bottom rope to the outside.
Phil: DVD with great instinct there.
Steve: Bah!
DVD rolls out of the ring and greets a rising Walsh with a few hard right hands that cause the champ to stagger back against the crowd barrier. DVD then rushes Walsh and draws the breath from him with a running knee to the midsection. DVD follows it up by sending Walsh crashing to the floor with a vertical suplex. Once again DVD pulls Walsh to his feet. Walsh reels and staggers before DVD locks him into a headlock. He looks about ready to execute another suplex when Walsh finds his second wind and pushes the challenger backwards, causing him to nail his lower back on the ring. This drops DVD to his knees, where Walsh shoves him down face first to the arena floor. Walsh jumps up onto the ring apron, and then ascends the top turnbuckle, before coming down hard on the back of DVD's neck with a leg drop.
Steve: HA!
Phil: Eep.
Walsh then picks DVD up and rolls him into the ring before rolling him himself. After getting to his feet, Walsh just looks at the fallen DVD, before picking him up into a piledriver position. He tries, but DVD resists. He then tries again, but this time DVD sends him over with a backdrop. DVD drops to one knee, however, still feeling the effects of the leg drop, as Walsh rises behind him. Walsh grabs him and turns him around while still on his knees, and delivers a well placed knee to Van Dam’s head. With a burst of anger, DVD lunges forward and grabs Walsh about the midsection, and slams him into the mat with a spinebuster. DVD slowly gets to his feet and backs up a bit, awaiting Walsh to rise. As soon as he does, DVD charges for a spear. With great timing, Walsh avoids the move by rolling over the back of DVD just as he nears him, and then delivers a kick to DVD's bottom that, coupled with his momentum, sends him into the ring post. DVD ends up crumpled in the corner, holding his right shoulder, as Walsh is on the other side of the ring. The referee tends to DVD.
Phil: Walsh just barely able to escape there… Very lucky.
Steve: Luck has nothing to do with it.
Walsh, not wanting to give his opponent a breather, runs at both DVD and the referee and vaults over the ref, landing on DVD with a leg drop. Unfortunately, the referee ends up getting caught up in the move and is knocked unconscious in a heap next to the hurting DVD.
Phil: The ref is down!
Steve: Capitalize!!
Walsh nudges the referee with his foot a few times, shrugs, and then pulls DVD into the middle of the ring. Walsh looks down at the challenger, then walks to the ropes and climbs out of the ring. Walsh walks up the ramp and picks the World Championship up. He looks at it for a moment, then runs back to the ring and slides in under the bottom rope. Walsh stands across the ring from DVD, readying the World Title to give DVD a face lift.
Phil: Oh no! Look out, Dave!
DVD slowly manages to climb to his feet. He turns around towards Walsh and as he does, Walsh bolts across the ring, swinging the World Title. DVD is barely able to duck the shot and as Walsh turns back around, DVD snatches the World Title from his hands and smacks the champion in the face with it as the crowd goes crazy!
Steve: Noooooo!
Phil: Pin him, Dave!
Dave throws the World Title out of the ring and then drops to the mat and hooks Walsh’s leg. The ref is still completely down and out as the crowd in the arena count the three themselves. Dave holds the pin as the ref slowly begins to stir and crawl over to them.
Phil: We’re about to have a New Champion!
The ref slowly starts the count.
1……
2……

NO!!!

The crowd groans as Walsh musters up just enough energy to get his foot on the rope. DVD climbs to his feet, pulling Walsh up with him. DVD catches his breath briefly and then whips Walsh to the ropes. As Walsh bounces back he leaps forward on instinct alone and smacks DVD in the jaw with a lethal High Voltage [Superkick]!!!!! Walsh and DVD both collapse to the mat.
Phil: Oh my God!
Walsh slowly crawls over to the Hall of Famer and drapes an arm over his chest. The ref drops back down for the count.
1……
2……

3!

The crowd boos horribly as Walsh rolls off of DVD and lays on his back staring up at the ceiling. The bell tolls.
Hardcore Hect: And here is your winner… And STILL SFT World Heavyweight Champion… “The Chosen One” SHAWN WALSH!!!
”Jesus (of Nazareth)” by (hed) P.E. blares over the PA system as the ref raises Walsh’s arm as he lays on the mat. Jayden Morrigan slides into the ring with the World Title and helps Walsh to his feet. She hands him his title and raises his arm in the air to a hostile crowd.
Phil: My God he did it… Somehow Shawn Walsh retained the World Heavyweight Championship!
Steve: I knew he could do it!
Walsh looks down at DVD and cracks a smile as he and his new manager celebrate one hell of a hard fought victory.

WINNER, AND STILL WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION - SHAWN WALSH

Phil: What a phenomenal contest we have just seen, and what a way to round off possibly the greatest Titans show in SFT history.

Steve: You have to give huge credit to both men, and you can bet dollars to donuts that we've haven't seen them facing off for the last time here.

Steve: No doubt about it, those two will meet again, and I for one can't wait to be be there when they do. It's been a huge night here, three Titles on the line, and three Champions managing to retain their belts. Until next week, this is Steve Phillips, for Phil Stevens, saying goodnight from Tuesday Night Titans.

Phil: Goodnight folks.

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