We open up and pan across the screaming, enthusiastic fans packed into Miami's biggest sporting arena, many of whom are wearing SFT t-shirts and waving signs in appreciation of their favourite Superstars (and, judging by the comments on some of the signs, a few signs aimed at their less-favourite competitors).

Phil Stevens: Just a couple of weeks ago, the SuperBowl was held right here in America's favourite party city, and now the biggest wrestling company in the world is right here for our weekly Tuesday Night Titans broadcast.

Steve Phillips: We've got four great matches lined up for you tonight, including two Quarter-Final matches in the 2007 King Of The Death Match Tournament.

Phil: Before we get to either of those though, we're going to be seeing some of the newest additions to the SFT roster in action as Sari Daniels takes on Malcolm Dred King, and then Dameon will take on the former SFT World's Heavyweight Champion, Jack Jones.

Steve: All in all, we look to be set for...

Steve Phillips is interrupted by the dimming of the lights in the arena, and by the sound of an automated voice recording being played over the PA System:

"We apologise for last week's interruption to our programming. Normal service will now be resumed..."

As the recording stops, the entrance stage is lit up by a blinding pyrotechnic blast as the unmistakable opening riff of Guns N' Roses "Welcome To The Jungle" echoes around the packed arena, accompanied by a near-deafening crowd of boos and jeers from the crowd.

Steve: I think we're about to kick off the show with a visit from Miami's own hometown boy.

Phil: I also think that his fellow Floridians aren't exactly over thrilled to see him.

Steve: We haven't seen Christian Cage since January's 'New Beginnings' PPV extravaganza, where he shockingly cost Dave Van Dam the World's Heavyweight Championship and allied with Shawn Walsh as part of Superiority Complex.

Phil: He was on vacation last week, which led to Connor MacDaddy taking charge of the show, and you have to think that Mr. Cage is going to have something to say about some of the comments that Mr. MacDaddy made in his absence.

As the song builds towards it's first chorus, Christian Cage strolls out onto the entrance stage with a cocky smirk on his face and a microphone in his left hand. He is perfectly attired, as always, in a black Armani suit with a black shirt and silver tie. Cage walks to the centre of the stage and looks out across his hometown crowd, who seem intent on booing him right out of the building, although the boos do fade slightly, only to be replaced by chants of "asshole, asshole", all of this before 'The Franchise' has even said a word.

Christian Cage: Cut the music, cut the music! If these people will insist on yelling at me, I might as well be able to hear them.

As per Cage's request, his music fades away and the noise and chants from the crowd intensify. For nearly a full minute, Cage soaks up the abuse, seeemingly enjoying it, judging by the look on his face. Once the noise level subsides enough for him to speak, it becomes clear that, while he may not be physically capable of wrestling any more, his mouth, his brain and his capacity for sarcasm are still as healthy as ever.

Christian Cage: Yeah, it's real nice to see you people too. You know, it pisses me off in a way, after all that I've done to raise the profile of sport in this city, after all the World's Heavyweight Championships I've brought here, you people still treat me like crap. Mind you, given that I see people out there in the crowd wearing Dolphins jerseys, I can understand why you'd react in such a hostile way to success, being that you're not used to it!

In any case, you people are only booing me in the first place because you're all so annoyed that Walsh and I managed to pull the wool over all of your eyes for so damn long. To be honest though, if any of you had paid even the slightest attention to my career over the last 7 years, you would know without a shadow of a doubt that I can never be relied upon to do what anyone expects, and more fool you if you let yourselves get deluded.

Now the main reason that I'm out here in the first damn place is to talk about what went on last week. See, I decided that I'd take myself a well-earned vacation, at which point Connor MacDaddy stepped up and said he didn't mind filling in for me for the week. Even morons like you people must be able to imagine how annoyed I was to see the crap that he produced as a show, and once I'd watched it, I couldn't wait to get back to work and give Mr. MacDaddy and the rest a lesson in how these things are meant to be done.

My main point of contention with good ol' 'C-Mac', though, were the comments he made at me. In case you've managed to forget just what he said, I have the footage lined up so that we can take a look.

With that, Cage pauses and looks up at the giant video wall which hangs above the entrance stage, and upon which the following is being shown:

SFT Tuesday Night Titans
Tuesday, February 6th 2007
Oklahoma City, Oklahoma

Connor MacDaddy: So I need one more signature, and the tower is falling... that signature would be of one Christian Cage, the SFT CEO. Christian, I know you aren't here tonight, but I want you to know that if I have to literally murder you, and drag your bloody hand across this permit, I will do it. You don't know the lengths I will go through to destroy SFT. But I will guarantee, that at this February PPV... the Strike Tower will be no more. I promise you.

The footage on the video wall fades out and Christian Cage once more raises his microphone to his lips:

Christian Cage: So, Mr. MacDaddy wants to threaten me, huh? Takes a big man, don't it, to go running his mouth and throwing out those kinds of words when he knows damn well that the target of his abuse isn't even in the country, much less the damn arena. This week though, as you can damn well tell, I am right here in the same building as connor, and although I know he's got a match later on this evening to prepare for, I would suggest that maybe he should make his way out here right now and threaten me to my damn face, unless he really is the kind of gutless coward I always took him for...

Cage once again lowers the micrphone and takes a step back, his eyes fixed on the curtain leading back into the locker room area as he waits for his challenge to be answered. After a minute of waiting, Cage seems to resign himself to the fact that he's not going to get the response he was hoping for.

Christian Cage: Big mistake Connor. Big fucking mistake. Do you really, really want to do this the hard way? Do you really want me to have people scour every fucking inch of this building until they find you and drag you to my office to see just how big of a man you are when you and I are face to face? I would've thought you might have had more sense than this Connor, but you've made your fucking bed, and I think it's time to see how you like lying in it...

With that, Christian Cage abruptly drops his microphone and heads backstage with an evil look on his face, and no doubt equally evil intentions on his mind.

Steve: Somehow, I don't think we've heard the last of this issue.

Phil: One thing we know about Christian Cage is that once he gets an idea into his head, you can bet dollars to donuts he'll find a way of carrying it out.

Steve: God help Connor MacDaddy if that hold true in this case.

Phil: God help him indeed...for now though, it's time for our first match of the evening, and it's one between two relative newcomers to SFT in the shapes of Sari Daniels and Malcolm Dred King.

Steve: Both of these superstars are going to be looking to take any opportunity they can to make their mark here, so let's send it up to our Ring Announcer, Hardcore Hect, and get tonight's action started.

Match One:
SARI DANIELS vs. MALCOLM DRED KING
(Standard Match)

The camera cuts to the ring to show a tuxedo-clad Hardcore Hect, microphone in hand, standing under a spotlight in the centre of it, as the rest of the lights in the arena dim. Hect raises his microphone and begins to speak:

Hardcore Hect: Ladies & Gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall, with a 15-minute time limit. Introducing first, hailing from Parts Unknown and weighing in at 240lbs, SARI DANIELS!!!

The opening notes of "My Life" by 12 Stones blast over the PA System as Sari Daniels makes her way out onto the stage to a good ovation from the fans. As the song reaches it's heavy guitar part, a white spotlight which is shining down on here flashes on and off, and continues to flash as Sari makes her way down towards the ring.

Once she reaches the ring, the spotlight continues to follow her as he jumps onto the apron and climbs between the top and second ropes. Sari moves to the centre of the ring and raises her arms to acknowledge the crowd as her music fades out and the lights return to normal.

Hardcore Hect: Now, introducing her opponent. Fighting out of Hartford, Connecticut and weighing in at 258lbs, 'The Question Beyond X' MALCOLM DRED KING!!!

"Ambitions Az A Ridah" by 2Pac begins to play as MDK walks out onto the stage. Upon reaching the centre of the stage, he makes the black power fist with his gloved right hand as a pyrotechnic blast ignites across the stage behind him. He walks down towards the ring with his eyes focused firmly on Sari Daniels.

Upon reaching the ringside area, he climbs the steps and wipes his feet on the ring apron before stepping between the ropes and moving to his corner, his arms crossed and an impassive look on his face, as he waits for the match to commence.

MDK's music fades out and the referee calls for the opening bell as hect leaves the ring. Instead of taking time to sound each other out, both Daniels and King move to the center of the ring and lock into a collar-and-elbow grapple, each trying to gain an early advantage. After a fierce tussle, it is King who comes away with the better of it and launches Daniels overhead with a t-bone suplex. King looks to press his advantage, but Daniels is quick to her feet and nails him with a running clothesline to the throat as he approaches, knocking him to the mat.

Steve: Judging by the early exchanges, it looks as if we're in for a pretty even contest to get us started here tonight.

Phil: Let's hope it sets the tone for the rest of the night.

Back in the ring, Daniels has capitalised on her momentum by pulling MDK back to his feet and then knocking him straight back down again with a vicious spinning back fist, which she follows with a quick cover:

ONE!

NO!!

This early in the match, MDK has no problem in powering out of the cover, although Daniels manages to retain control for now by dropping an elbow straight to the pit of King's stomach, doubling him up and allowing Daniels to pull him up to his feet and then bounce his head off of the mat with a vicious DDT.

This time though, Daniels is just a fraction too slow to follow up her assault on the athletic King, and this gives him the opportunity to catch her with a front faclock while he's still on the floor, which he manages to keep locked on as he regains his feet, which keeps Sari entirely under control and gives King ample opportunity to nail her with some vicious gloved fists to the midsection, followed by a DDT, but he keeps the front facelock on, allowing him to get behind Sari and try for a modified crossface, but Sari still has more than enough about her to muscle out of the attempt.

Both competitors climb back to their feet and again lock into a grapple. This time it's MDK who comes out on top, giving him the chance to again lock on a front facelock, which he this time uses to lift Daniels up into a vertical suplex position, which he holds for a few seconds before dropping Daniels down with a brainbuster and going for a cover:

ONE!

TWO!!

NO!!!

MDK makes a small protest to the referee, apparently feeling that the count was slightly on the slow side, but this only serves to get him in to trouble as it gives Daniels the vital time she needs to get her head back into the match while King is distracted. Never one to look a gift horse in the mouth, Daniels takes advantage of King's inattention by grabbing the back of his head and bouncing him off of the mat face-first with a bulldog, which she follows in turn with an elbow to the small of King's back.

Daniels then pulls King up and whips him off of the ropes before catching him with a bodypress on the rebound, which she holds into a lateral press:

ONE!

TWO!!

NO!!!

King manages to roll his shoulder off of the canvas, and this time it it Sari Daniels who takes issue with the cadence of the referee's counting. Just as when the roles were reversed earlier in the match, her protests only serve to harm her as King regains his feet, locks in a sleeperhold and then drops her to the mat with a sleeper slam.

Steve: If there's one lesson that both of these competitors can take away from this match, it's that protesting to the referee is going to do you no good whatsoever. Both of them have tried it now, and both have found themselves under pressure from their opponent as a direct result.

Phil: The question is now whether King can maintain that pressure any more effecively than Sari Daniels was able to.

MDK seems to be out to answer Phil Stevens' question in a positive manner, and pulls Daniels straight back to her feet before pushing her into the corner and nailing her with quick, accurate punches to both head and body. King finally lets up enough to allow Daniels to move a couple of steps out of the corner before demonstrating his athletic ability by leaping up and dropping her with a huracanrana, followed in turn by a series of elbows to her back and her neck.

Steve: Looks to me as if MDK is trying to soften up Sari Daniels for one of the submission moves that he's so adept at.

Phil: No shit, Sherlock!

As Steve Phillips suggested, it looks as if MDK is working over the neck of Sari Daniels with a view to ending the match with one of his submissions, and he continues on this road by bringing her back to her feet and then sending her back down with a swinging neckbreaker before running his hand across his throat in a gesture which suggests that he believes it's time to lower the curtain on this match.

Steve: See, I told you he was going to try for a submission.

Phil: Yeah, you're a regular Andrew Einstein.

Steve: It's not Andrew Einstein, numbnuts, it's Alex Einstein. God, I hate having to sit next to such an idiot every week.

As the commentators have their little argument, MDK has locked Sari Daniels into a crossface, and is really cranking on the pressure. Daniels is fighting as well as she can against the pain of the hold, but the fact that the air and blood supply to her brain are being cut off hinders her efforts, and she is finally forced to tap her hand on the at in submission, handing the victory to MDK, who respectfully breaks the hold as soon as the bell sounds, and raises his arms in celebration as his music once again begins to play.

WINNER - MALCOLM DRED KING

Steve: Malcolm Dred King picks up the victory here tonight, but both superstars did themselves proud tonight, and I expect to see a lot more from both of them over the coming weeks and months.

Phil: Right now though, I'm told that we're heading backstage for some interesting developments in the Christian Cage/Connor MacDaddy saga.

As Phil Stevens says this, we do indeed cut backstage to find ourselves in the Superiority Complex locker room. In one corner of the room, Rayn is stretching and psyching himself up for his upcoming KOTDM match against Connor MacDaddy. On the other side of the room, we can see the CEO, Christian Cage, engaged in conversation with Clayton Walker and the SFT World's Heavyweight Champion, Shawn Walsh:

Christian Cage: Rayn is preparing for his match, so I figure we can leave him to do what he has to do. As for you two though, and seeing as neither of you is in action tonight, I have a task for you. Somehow, some way, I want you to find Connor MacDaddy and bring him to me before the show ends. There is no way I'm going to allow that piece of crap to make a mockery of me with those threats of his last week.

Shawn Walsh: Gives us the chance to make a little statement to people as well. With The Legacy around, we can't afford to look complacent. Making an example of MacDaddy should just hammer home the point that we're the dominant grouping around here.

Christian Cage: Go to it guys, MacDaddy is going to have to learn the hard way that disrespecting me and us like he did last week is not exactly the best career move in the world.

With that, Walsh and Walker head out of the room as we rejoin Phil and Steve at ringside.

Steve: I don't think is going to be one of the better nights of Connor MacDaddy's illustrious career, assuming that Christian Cage and Superiority Complex get their way.

Phil: For now though, it's some for more in-ring action as we see the rookie Dameon taking on the former World's Heavyweight Champion Jack Jones.

Match Two:
DAMEON vs. JACK JONES
(Standard Match)

The lights dim over the stage area, "Decency Defied" begins while red strobe lights flicker at the entrance way. Dameon steps out with steel chair in hand and raises it towards the sky then continues to make his way down to the ring, slowly and ominously.

Hardcore Hect: Introducing first… DAMEON!!!

A fan in the front row is yelling "You suck" towards Dameon as he makes his way by only to smack the gentlemens beer out of his hand. Dameon then slides into the ring and stares at the entrance way with fire in his eyes. Suddenly “I’ve Got Friends in Low Places” by Garth Brooks blares over the PA system as Cowboy Jack Jones runs out from the back.

Hardcore Hect: And his opponent…JACK JONES!!!

Jones slides into the ring as the bell tolls. Jones quickly walks over to Dameon and gets right in his face. The two lock up and Jones pushes Dameon into the corner. Jack then begins to drive his knees into the midsection of Dameon. After about five knee shots Jones then begins to drive his elbow into his opponent's chest. After several blows Dameon falls down out of the corner, wheezing, on his face. Jones locks on a headlock onto Dameon, causing his face to turn a shade of crimson. Dameon then begins to move, in order to fight off the tight hold. Dameon manages to get up to his feet and drive his elbow into Jones’s gut, but Jack is relentless. Jones refuses to let go. Jack leans on Dameon's neck and uses his weight to drop him.

Phil: Jones just won't let go!

Jones continues to apply the devastating hold and he signals for the ref to hold Dameon’s arm up. The ref does and it drops. He holds it up once again and it drops again. He holds it up for a third and final time and it drops a third time, but shoots back up just before the ref can call for the bell! Dameon, again scrambles up to his feet and he kicks his leg back in between Jack’s legs. Dameon connects his heel with Jones’s groin, causing him to bend over in pain. Dameon turns around and delivers a swift dropkick to Jones's knee and Jack hobbles into the corner.

Steve: That’s one way to stop the onslaught of offense by Jack Jones!

Dameon runs into the corner and connects by slamming his back into Jones. Jones is a little shaken up but he is still going strong. Dameon runs up to the top rope and hits Jones with a missile dropkick. Jack hits the mat and rolls out of the ring to regroup. Dameon taunts the crowd while Jack is on the outside. Jack rolls back in but Dameon puts the boots to his back before he can get to his feet.

Phil: Smart ring work by Dameon, Jones was lured into the trap!

Dameon continues to kick at the Cowboy, but Jones gets up. Dameon tries another kick but Jones catches it. Dameon then leaps into the air and connects with Jack’s face with his other foot. Jones is knocked back and Dameon takes advantage. Dameon runs towards the corner and then climbs up to the top rope. Dameon is now standing on the top with his back towards the ring and Jones, who is directly behind him. Dameon attempts to come off in a hurricanrana and he is successful in attaching his legs around Jones’s neck, but Jack holds tightly to the ropes and he is not going to be taken down. Jones now grabs Dameon and lifts him high into the air, and then drives him down in a massive powerbomb. Dameon connects with the canvas hard and his spine recoils off it painfully. The impact is so severe that Dameon bounced up into the air over to his other side so he lying face first to the canvas.

Steve: OH MY! What impact!

Jones covers his opponent.

1…

2…

NO!

Phil: Near fall!

Jack now picks Dameon up by his head and then scoops him up. Jack places him on the top rope and then climbs up there with him. Jones sets him up for a suplex on the top and then pulls him up so he is standing on the top turnbuckle. Both athletes are standing on the top rope and Jack lifts Dameon high into the air. As Dameon soars through the air, he is able to shift his weight around and fall to the mat right in front of Jones. Dameon swiftly chops Jack’s ankle, causing him to fall down but his groin is caught on the top turnbuckle. Dameon pulls Jones’s head back and drops him for a top rope reverse DDT. Dameon rolls Jones near the corner and then hops up to the top rope. Dameon then flies off in a beautiful diving headbutt [The Cows Come Home]! He covers Jones right after impact.

1…

2…

3!

Steve: Dameon wins again!

Phil: What kind of wrestler uses another opponent's move?! It's cheap, cheap I say!

WINNER - DAMEON

Dameon stands and raises his arms to approval from the fans due to the great match he just had as we once again cut backstage to see Shawn Walsh and Clayton Walker, presumably still hunting for Connor MacDaddy, walking down a corridor discussing the best way to find their man:

Clayton Walker: I still say the easiest way to find him would be to just ask one of these backstage type people. One of them must have seen him at some point tonight.

Shawn Walsh: OK, if you say so, but you know I don't like talking with poor people if I can get around it. They might have something contagious, and worse than that, someone might actually see superior athletes talking to regular 9-to-5 bums.

Clayton Walker: Just trust me Champ, this is the best way of finding him.

As Walker says this, the two stop in their tracks directly behind a backstage staffer, who is midning his own business and drinking some coffee while reading through some paperwork. Walsh reluctantly taps him on the shoulder, prompting the guy to turn round, and then to drop his coffee when he sees who is standing in front of him:

"Can...can I help you?"

Shawn Walsh: You seen Connor MacDaddy anywhere tonight?

"MacDaddy?"

Clayton Walker: Yeah, MacDaddy. You got a hearing problem or something, asshat?

"I-I saw him just a while ago, he was down at the catering table."

Shawn Walsh: Thanks for your help. You know, I figure we should reward your for being so much help.

"Re-re-reward me...w-what did you have in mind?"

In response to that, Shawn Walsh backs up a step or two and then nails the staffer right on the point of the jaw with a 'High Voltage' superkick, laying him flat out on the floor and virtually seperating his head from his shoulders.

Clayton Walker: The guy helped us out! What did you do that for?

Shawn Walsh: Eh, why not?

Walker shrugs his shoulders at this and the two step over the unconscious body of the Staffer and carry on down the corridor, presumably in the direction of the catering area as we head back to Steve and Phil at ringside:

Steve: I think they should get some EMTs to help that guy out.

Phil: I hope, for his sake, that Connor MacDaddy has found himself a good hiding place, because these guys seem relentless in their pursuit of him.

Steve: Talking of relentless, the next match features two men who are bound to be just that in their quest for glory in the 2007 King Of The Death Match Tournament.

Phil: That's right, we're going to see two members of The Legacy collide as the reigning US Heavyweight Champion Excidium takes on the former 5-Time World's Heavyweight Champion Havoc, with a place in the semi-finals at stake..

EXCIDIUM vs. HAVOC
(Inferno Match)

Hardcore Hect: The following match is an Inferno Match... and is the quarter finals in the King of the Deathmatch tournament...

The arena is completely dark as "Bullet-Proof Skin" begins. The only light now comes from the illuminated screen as words appear and pass.. "Carnal"..."Fatal"...."Immortal" The guitar riffs and the crowd pops insanely. Smoke sifts through the entrence ramp, the lights beneath it illuminating it. As the lights are turned on Havoc walks through the smoke to another pop. He walks slowly and gracefully down the ramp, stopping for a moment to gently roll a tuft of smoke from his mouth and look at the "Havoc" signs dispersed amongst the crowd.

Hardcore Hect: Introducing first... from The City of Dis... he is a former five-time World Champion... Havoc!

He slides into the ring and walks to one turnbuckle standing atop it and raising one arm; the crowd pops again. He walks to the corner diagonal from that and poses again, to another pop. The lights suddenly flicker as the sound of wind rises through the speakers. "What do you see in the dark, when the demons come for you?" is whispered as a large figure moves out to the top of the ramp. Slowly, Excidium stalks down to the ring as flames ignite and begin rising behind him from the steel-grated ramp.

Hardcore Hect: and his opponent... from Parts Unknown... the SFT United States Champion... Excidium!

His shoulder-length black hair hangs wet over his eyes as he moves onto the apron. As he steps over the top rope, flames begin rising fromt he ringposts.

Phil: Is it hot in here?

Steve: Yes, very!

As Excidium and Havoc face eachother in the ring, the entire ring apron ignites into a massive blaze.

Steve: Woah! I thought this was Titans... not Inferno!

Phil: It is an Inferno match... on Titans!

Steve: Will Inferno be having a Titans match?

Phil: I can hardly even thing with all this heat. Why do we have to be next to the ring?

The bell sounds and the match is underway. Excidium quickly makes a move towards Havoc and drives his foot into Havoc’s gut. Excidium drops Havoc right in the center of the ring with a ddt! Excidium pops to his feet and takes a few steps back and nails a baseball slide dropkick to the side of Havoc. Havoc slides a few feet across the ring.

Phil: Exidium is trying to end this eary.

Steve: These two are stablemates... so this must be hard to light eachother on fire.

Phil: Expect some animosity after it is all said and done.

Excidium again quickly to his feet, he brings Havoc back with him and drives him back to the match with a perfectly executed belly to belly suplex! Exidium gets on all fours and tries to push Havoc to the apron. Excidium gets to his feet and is telling the ref to watch Havoc to see smoke, as Excidium turns around he is met with an uppercut to the face that sends him reeling. Havoc rushes off the ropes and comes back with a vicious running clothesline, knocking Excidium hard to the mat.

Phil: Havoc almost lost, as he went off those ropes, I saw the fire touch his leg.

Havoc drops an elbow on Excidium then moves to mount Excidium. Havoc screams out loud as he begins to repeatedly punch Excidium in the face. The ref calls for a break and pulls Havoc off Excidium. Havoc waits for Excidium to regain some composure and get somewhat to his feet, as he does Havoc nails him with a spear and the both go tumbling through the fire and outside the ring.

Phil: Oh my, are they on fire?

Steve: no, it doesn't look it. That was a close one.

Both men are down outside the ring, and Havoc gets up first. He picks up Excidium and starts to push him towards the fire, but Excidium is resisting. Excidium gets leverage by placing his foot on the steel steps and pushing Havoc away. Exidium then jumps onto the steps, he is about to axehandle smash Havoc, when Havoc springs up and low blows Excidium while on the steps. Havoc gets up the steps and then suplexes Exidium off the steps, onto the fire!

Phil: That has to be it! Excidium is on fire!

Excidium crashes through the device igniting the fire, the device snaps in half. All the fire from that side of the ring immediatly goes out, as Havoc and Excidium crah to the ground. The referee rushes to them to see if they are on fire. Exidium's clothes are smoking, but he is not on fire.

Steve: The match continues!

Havoc and Excidium roll on the ground, and eventually Havoc makes it to his feet, and slides into the ring. Exidium is close by. Both men are back to their feet in the center of the ring exchanging rights and lefts. Excidium nails a left, Havoc nails a right, Excidium Nails a left, Havoc nails a right, Excidium swings and Havoc ducks the left, grabbing hold of Excidium and irish whipping him into the ropes, as Excidium comes off the ropes he ducks another clothesline attempt and quickly turns around. Excidium nails Havoc in the gut, sets hit's the Death's Delight!

Phil: That's Excidiums finisher!

Steve: That doesn't mean squat! You don't have to pin you opponent, you have to set them on fire! Excidium locks in the 'Halls of the Blind'.

Steve: Now this is dumb, you can't make him submit!

Phil: You are wrong, Steve: Excidium is weakening Havoc up. That's smart.

Excidum then slowly drags Havoc to the flames. He fircly lets go of the full-nelson, and Havoc limply falls cest first into the flames. Havoc flairs and gets off the flames, and his enire torso is in flames.

Steve: It's over! Havoc is up in flames!

The ref rings the bell, and Havoc is put out with fire extinguishers. He lays on the arena floor in the fetal position, with pain from the fire filling his body.

Phil: Havoc looks to be seriously burned...

Steve: Well.. Excidium is the first one to move onto the Semi-Finals of the King of the Deathmatch tournament... and idf this match was any sign of things to come... I'd feel really bad for all those left in the tournament.

WINNER - EXCIDIUM

Steve: Phenomenal effort from both competitors there, but it's Excidium who pulls out the win and advances to the Final Four in the King Of The Death Match contest.

Phil: We've got one more huge match to enjoy tonight, and one which will determine one of the competitors who will join Excidium in that Final Four.

Steve: It's either going to be the reigning SFT World Television Champion, Rayn, or the SFT Legend Connor MacDaddy who will advance in this year's contest.

Phil: Speaking of Connor MacDaddy...

We once again find ourselves in the backstage maze of corridors as we see Shawn Walsh and Clayton Walker approaching the catering area, presumably acting on the tip-off from the now unconscious backstage staffer they met earlier.

Standing next to the table, we see a short guy, probably no more than 5'6'' or so and who must weigh at least 250lbs, filling a paper plate with all the food he can grab. Out of the corner of his eye, he notices the two wrestlers, woh are eying him with a mixture of confusion and disgust. Spitting food out of his mouth with every word, he addresses them directly, and as he turns to face them, we can see that he has rather large man-tits, which his t-shirt has to stretch to cover:

"Can I help you guys with something?"

Clayton Walker: Who the fuck are you?

"I'm Mack, I work in the production truck. Is there something you need?"

Shawn Walsh: Forget what we need, I think you need a diet plan. Have you seen Connor MacDaddy around here tonight?

"Yeah, he was here not long ago. He said he was gonna go take a piss before his match. Can I give him a message from you if I see him again?"

Shawn Walsh: Sure, why not.

Much as happened with the other staff member earlier on, Walsh backs up and drills the guy with a superkick which sends him flying backwards, onto and through the buffet table, leaving him flat on the floor and sending food flying everywhere.

Clayton Walker: I think you spilt some...

The camera pauses for a moment on the image of the food-covered staffer before we return to ringside.

Steve: So, the hunt goes on for Connor MacDaddy.

Phil: Superiority Complex may be looking high and low for him, but all our fans can see him right here in our very next match-up...

Main Event:
RAYN vs. CONNOR MACDADDY
(Fans Bring The Weapons Match)

"Mack Daddy" by Sir Mix-a-lot blares over the PA system as large red X pyros fires off. A few seconds into the song Connor steps out onto the stage and makes an X with his arm in the air. He starts to walk down the ramp. Mid ramp he slows down and points to a few fans and gives them a big thumbs up. He slides in the ring and goes on the turnbuckle and makes X crosses in the air to the crowd. He then slides under the rope and goes out to the fans. A fan hands him a snow shovel and he goes back to the ring.

The Lights go down as green strobes go off at the entrance. Three green spotlights start scanning the crowd as Daniel Kalis steps through the curtain and onto the entrance ramp with his television championship in his hand. He smirks, stopping at the top of the ramp as he raises his arms and title into the air as sparks rain down behind him from the top of the stage. He smirks as he walks down towards the ring yelling out obscenities to the crowd. Half way down he runs, sliding into the ring under the bottom rope and heads to the nearest corner. He stands up on the second turnbuckle as he raises his arms up above his head again, holding his title with an arrogant smirk on his face. He hops off the turnbuckle and hands his belt to the ref. After he does that he slides under the bottom rope and a fan hands him a street sign.

Phil: It looks like business is about to pick up quickly here.

Steve: Yeah these guys look ready for a war.

Both men smile. Connor waves Rayn to come on. Rayn accepts and runs at Connor he swings the street sign. Connor ducks, and tries to follow with a shovel shot. Rayn catches the shovel and kicks Connor in the stomach. He follows with a street sign to the back that sends Connor crumbling to the mat in pain. Rayn stays on the offensive as he puts the street sign down across Connor’s chest. He bounces off the ropes and nails the street sign with an elbow. Rayn grabs his elbow in pain.

Phil: In the King of the Death Match Tournament you have to risk your own health…

Steve: It looks like Rayn just did that…

Phil: It’s apparent that Connor took the brunt of that attack though as he lays motionless.

Rayn slides under the bottom rope and looks under the ring. He finds a table and slides it into the ring. He continues to search and finds a 20 foot ladder. He slides that into the ring also. He sees Connor start to stir in the ring. He walks over the fans and a fan hands him a ceramic M&M figurine. Rayn slides back into the ring with the figurine in hand. Connor by now has reached his feet he turns around and is met with a ceramic to the skull.

Phil: The SFT is the only place you will see something like that.

Steve: I heard that M&M’s could be dangerous to your health.

PS: Just stop…Stop before you hurt yourself.

Rayn set’s the table up in the middle of the ring and begins to set the ladder up in the corner. Connor has now reached his feet and nails Rayn with a drop kick. Rayn crashes face first into the ladder and wobbles backward. Connor then latches on and nails a northern light’s suplex through the table.

Phil: What a resilient move by Connor…

Steve: Yes..It looks like Rayn’s strategy backfired.

Connor rolls Rayn off the table and goes for the pin.

ONE!

TWO!!

NO!!!

Connor clears the debris from the ring. And walks over the ladder he set’s it up against the ropes and lays Rayn’s face down at the bottom of the ladder. Connor goes to the top and leaps off he grabs the top of the ladder that sends the bottom of the ladder to Rayn’s face. Connor falls to the outside and clutches him back in pain. Rayn’s face is busted open.

Steve: WOW!!!

Phil: My exact thoughts!!!

Connor gets up still clutching his back and a fan hands him a kitchen sink…

Steve: Connor’s throwing everything at him…

Phil: Even the kitchen sink!

He slides the sink in the ring. He turns his back and looks out to the fans who are chanting “Holy Shit!!! Holy Shit!!!” While he is doing this a bloody Rayn makes it to his feet, the sight of his own blood sends adrenaline through his veins. He wipes his face and bounces off the ropes. He does a baseball slide into the sink sitting in the ring and Connor turns around and is met with a sink to the face. Connor now is bleeding…

Phil: These two are gonna kill each other!

Rayn slowly gets up and heads to the outside. He looks under the ring again and takes another table out from under the ring. He set’s it up on the outside. And continue to look some more. He finds another table and set’s that one up on top of the other. Connor start’s to stir. His head is a bloody mess. Rayn notices and this and walks over to Connor. He grabs Connor and nails a T-Bone suplex on the floor. Connor again grabs his back in pain. Rayn makes it to him feet and grabs a barbeque fork from a fan from ring side. He grinds the fork into Connor’s open wound and Connor screams. Rayn drops the fork and grabs another table from outside the ring. He slides it in to the ring. He walks over to the ropes and set’s that third table up on the other two already positioned on the outside.

Phil: Rayn has some demented thoughts with those tables…

Steve: Yeah I would not want to be Connor right now.

Rayn slides under the bottom ropes and heads back to Connor. Connor greets him with a low-blow, both men are down. Connor is the first to make it to his feet. He picks up Rayn and slides him into the ring. He grabs a nine iron from a fan on the outside and slides into the ring. Connor wait’s for Rayn to make it to his feet. Rayn turns and is nailed with a nine iron to the skull. The blood flies into the air as a result of the impact. Connor signals it’s time for the end. He set’s Rayn up for “The Big Mac” but as he does the light’s flicker. Connor drops Rayn and looks around the ring, and se’s nothing. Rayn makes it back to his feet as a paranoid Connor searches around the ring. He nails Connor with a lariat and both men crumble to the ground. Rayn makes it to his feet and out of no-where nails Connor with “The Epiphany.”

Steve: It’s over Rayn is going to beat Connor…

Phil: What a move he has to be exhausted…I’m exhausted and all I’m doing is watching.

Rayn covers Connor…. ONE!

TWO!!

NO!!!

Just then the lights flicker once again and Rayn gets up looking to the entrance-way. No one is there…Rayn turns his attention back to a motionless Connor. He picks him up and lays him across the three table set up on top of each other on the outside. He then walks over to the ladders still lying in the ring. He set’s it by the ropes. And begins to ascend the ladder…As he reaches the top the light’s go out. After a few minutes the light’s come back on and Dave Van Dam is seen standing face to Rayn, and Connor is lying motionless in the ring. Rayn swings at DVD but DVD beat him to the punch and nails him with the TV title. Rayn begins to fall backwards grabs him. He hoists him up on his shoulders. He looks out to the fans who are chanting his name. He delivers “Total Van Damnation off of the 20 foot ladder through all the tables to the outside. Dave lands in the ring and Rayn crashes through all three tables.

Phil: Dave Van Dam has…

Steve: OH MYGOD get somebody out here. Rayn needs help!!!

After a minute of squirming in pain Dave goes to the outside. The referee looks stunned. Dave grabs the lifeless Rayn and rolls him into the ring. Dave walks over to the announcer table and leans against it with a smile on his face…Connor begins to come to and throws his arm over Rayn…

ONE!

TWO!!

THREE!!!

WINNER - CONNOR MACDADDY

Steve: Connor MacDaddy advances into the semi-finals, but it took everything he had in him to get past a great effort from Rayn tonight.

Phil: Rayn is certainly one for the future, and I will bet right now that he will win this tournament one year. For now though, it's Connor who moves on.

Steve: And what about DVD? Where the holy hell did he come from, and what is he doing back here?

As if to provide an answer to Steve Phillips' question, DVD grabs a microphone from a ringside staffer and speaks into it as he walks backwards up the ramp:

DVD: Well Well Well….Did you all miss me? I know a lot of you are wondering what the hell just happened? Well the explanation is simple. Revenge! I got screwed out of the World Title at New Beginnings by Superiority Complex. The coward that Walsh is knew that he couldn’t beat me one on one, so one of his puppets came down and made sure that he retained his precious title. It’s fine, but I want it to be known. I won’t rest until every last member of Superiority Complex leaves just as Rayn did tonight. Do I want the title? No, as a matter of fact, I noticed Walsh NEEDS that title. Without it he is nothing…So Shawn fight and act like you are a deserving champion, I need you around for awhile…I want you to watch as I single handedly dismantle Superiority Complex. What goes aroundcomes around champ! Each time you step foot in the ring remember that!!!!

With that, DVD drops the mic and heads back to the locker room area while Connor and Rayn still lie in the ring, unmoving.

Steve: I think that counts as DVD making a statement!

Phil: No kidding.

Connor and Rayn finally begin to rise to their feet battered, bloodied, and bruised. As Rayn begins to exit the ring the lights go out.

Steve: What the hell is going on now!?!

The lights turn on after a few seconds and a man is standing in the ring, with barbed-wire wrapped around his head, staring down at a steel chair that he is wielding.

Phil: It's Dameon! Is that barbed-wire!?!

Steve: What is that psychopath doing?

Dameon stands there looking at the his fellow wrestlers who are soaked in blood and exhausted after the brawl they have just endured. He turns his attention to Connor and without warning cracks the steel chair right off of his head. Connor collapses to the ground as his blood stains the chair.

Steve: Did you just see that? What is he doing to Connor?

Rayn rushes over to Dameon only to spin him around and Dameon has of all things, a smile on his face. Rayn then looks back down at Connor Macdaddy, he begins to laugh as he starts to direct Dameon to inflict more damage.

Phil: They're actually working together. This is not good for Connor.

Dameon reaches down only to pick up Connor and drop him with the Gallow's End.

Phil: Oh come on he just got done with one hell of a match, he can't take this.

Steve: Our owner is in some serious trouble now.

Rayn then drags Connor over and sets his body up against the bottom turnbuckle. Rayn instructs Dameon to go to the other side of the ring, as Dameon does so Rayn grabs the chair and holds it against Connor's head.

Steve: Oh my god what are they doing now?

Connor lays pouring blood against the turnbuckle with cold steel against his flesh. Dameon then charges full speed across the ring only to hit the Facelift blasting the chair completely out of Rayn's hands and the ring.

Phil: Someone stop this, this is too much for one man to handle.

Dameon lays against the top rope with a sadistic look in his eyes and a satisfied grin on his face. Rayn stands motioning to the crowd in confidence. While the crowd sits quiet in shock and amazement at the horror they are witnessing, Dameon then moves outside to set up a table. As Dameon slides back into the ring Rayn is standing Connor up as best he can.

Steve: If anyone has a heart please end this now!

Dameon positions himself a few steps behind Connor as Rayn hits The Impact on Connor which causes him to spin around right into Dameon's hand latched tightly around his throat. Dameon peers down at the table outside the ring and with one fluid motion chokeslams Connor out of the ring and towards the table. The crowd screams out a "Holy Shit" chant as they witness Connor's huge frame go crashing through the table and to the floor below. Dameon then turns his attention to Rayn with a look of dementia in his eyes.

Phil: I think i'm gonna puke...

Steve: Please we need medical attention at ringside. I'm begging for someone to get out here and help Connor MacDaddy.

Rayn and Dameon lock eyes and get within feet of each other both with angered looks on their faces, then with just a smile from Rayn he reaches out his hand towards Dameon. The gesture is returned by Dameon as he turns to leave the ring. Rayn stands in there staring out at the crowd, who are still sitting in shock at what they have just seen. Dameon then hops the guardrail and exits through the crowd.

Steve: What the hell is the deal with these two?

Phil: God know, but...

Phil Stevens is cut-off in mid-sentence by all of the lights in the arena going out, followed by some oh-so-familiar words sounding over the PA System:

"You have reached the complex of superiority...we'll get back to you when we give a fuck"

"Crazy Legs" by (hed) P.E. blasts over the PA System as Christian Cage, Shawn Walsh and Clayton Walker make their way out onto the entrance stage. Cage says something to Walsh and Walker while pointing down towards the ring, in which Connor MacDaddy is still laying. Seemingly following orders, Walsh and Walker make their way down the ramp and pull the near-unconscious MacDaddy out of the ring before dragging his deadweight body back up the ramp towards where Cage is waiting with an evil smirk on his face.

Steve: Oh for the love of God, enough is enough. Hasn't Connor been through enough tonight?

Phil: Apparently not, as far as Christian Cage and Superiority Complex are concerned...

Cage motions for Walsh and Walker to drag Connor backstage, which they do as the show fades out on an image of Christian Cage with a very self-satisfied smirk on his face.

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