 STRIKE FANTASY TOWERS Thursday Night Titans™ Commentators: Randy White, John Cartwright, and Daniel "Ball" Pitt Date: January 19th, 2012 City and State/Country: Los Angeles, California Arena: Staples Center Tour: "God Bless America" Tour RW: Welcome Ladies and Gentlemen to the last episode of Titans before New Beginnings, out first Pay Per View of 2012. We are live in Los Angeles, California. I'm Randy White, and with me as always are John Cartwright and Daniel "Ball" Pitt! JC: Last weeks events sent shockwaves around the wrestling world, and no I'm not talking about Miranda beating Emerson, I am talking about the vicious assault on Gary Mac by Dirk Roman. DP: I have watched the video replays over a few times and each time it looks a lot worse than the previous one, the way his head bounced off the concrete and the way he never moved after the landing showed us he was seriously hurt. RW: Let us not forget that Dirk found this funny, he finds it funny to injure one of the top superstars in the business and if the rumors I am hearing are true then I don’t want to even think about that until I hear confirmation. DP: Well Randy that is first on our schedule tonight, we have cameras set up at the home of Gary Mac and he said he will issue a statement regarding his future and let us go to that right now. The lights cut out the fans are quiet as the tron lights up and we see Gary Mac sitting on a wheel chair. His head supported in a brace, he looks like he has been crying and the fans stay quiet for once. Gary lets out a cough and then proceeds to talk. Gary Mac: The last week of my life I have had a lot of thinking to do, the fall hurt me pretty badly and I am not ashamed to admit that. Dirk Roman I hope you are watching this, I won't hold any grudges against you, truth being told if I had the opportunity I would probably do the same thing. This business is about opportunities and it really is a dog eat dog world, and Dirk was the bigger dog last week. Now my doctors have told me that I have badly damaged my L4 and L5 discs in my back, that theory alone can't fix, even an operation isn't guaranteed to fix it. I have been medically advised that as of now...well the rumors are true. I can't bring myself to say it, really it is still sinking in to me too. I hope you all at one point will remember me as being one of the best around, I gave my all to this place. If you live by the sword you die by the sword and I guess that goes the same for peoples careers, I lived on the edge of this business. Maybe that was wrong of me but I guess that defines who I was in this business, until I am able to at least make it to a show to announce the news and give you all a farewell speech. Just remember Gary Mac was the Specimen of Perfection, goodnight SFT. One huge explosion goes off at the entrance ramp and then the fans begin a "Thank You Gary!" chant and it echos throughout the arena. There is a sound of sobbing coming from John Cartwright and the chants become a little more louder. RW: Well there you have it, Gary has confirmed that the injury he sustained has ended his career, I really don't know what way to go with this show. We have saw an awful lot in this company over the years but I really can't remember anyone who was so evil being able to receive a reaction like this. JC: I can't believe it Randy not till I hear him officially say the words I retire I don't believe it I can't. RW: Just like a famous queen song. JC: Who wants to live forever? RW: No. DP: Heaven for Everyone? RW: No. JC: Bohemian Rhapsody? RW: No, The Show Must Go On, now stop this time for our first match.
Unknown Man: I don't ask why. I just fall into the meadow. I close my eyes and I wait to die. Yes, I am a liar. Yes, I am a sinner. Please forgive my broken soul. He steps into the light a bit, showing only a black mask and deep, hollow eyes. Unknown Man: Those are the words that have been engraved in my mind for as long as I can remember... which, come to think of it... after all of the head trauma... I'm amazed I can remember my own name. Wait. What... is... my name? I have so many, yet am known by only one to the almighty himself: son. He backs out of the light, again sunken into the shadows. Unknown Man: The term "like father, like son" has been used in many situations... but not in my family. You see... my dad and I are as polar opposite as Dan Connor and his boy DJ. Through thick and thin, he's always been there for me... but if need be, both of us would be willing to destroy one another. At least, that's how I see it. I know his true, sadistic nature. I inherited it, after all. By now, it is clear that this is the Hijo de Sombra character who has been embedding cryptic videos all over the Internet. Hijo de Sombra: I have had a bit of response regarding my videos and, to be honest, I'm surprised you all haven't made assumptions. It is obvious who I am, is it not? I've been called a bastard, a parasite, a disease... and that's just at family reunions. You all have seen my face, yet here I am... faceless. Why do I hide behind this mask? Why do I say the things I say? What kind of reaction am I trying to get? All of these questions may or may not be answered in time. I do not know what the future holds. For me, for you, for Strike Towers. He steps forward under the light, this time revealing a twisted smile. Hijo de Sombra: There is one thing I do know. I'm ready to take my place by his side where I belong. That's where... I've always belonged. The footage ends as abruptly as it started. RW: That was very strange. JC: And not part of the run sheet. How did that even get played? DP: Isn't it obvious? You're all being played! It's just another game for Nath-- JC: You know we're not allowed to say his name! DP: I know, I know... but... come on! JC: Whatever is going on, we need better security in the production truck. RW: We also need to see some top notch action, right after this break! JC: Nice segue.
Robyn Byrne: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and has a seventy-five minute time limit...
When the light's go out, bright light's begin to flash throughout the arena. The beat to.. Psychosocial begins playing out the speakers of the arena. Kris Chambers walks out onto the stage looking up into the light's.
Robyn Byrne: Making his way to the ring first... weighing in at 230 pounds... he hails from Athens, Georgia... "No Gimmicks Needed" KRIS CHAMBERS!
After embracing the crowd's noise Chambers walk's down the aisle heading down to the ring. As soon as Chambers reaches ringside, he reaches up to the middle rope and pulls himself onto the apron and leaps into the ring. Chambers walk's around the ring then stretches before the match begins. "Ring of Fire" by Johnny Cash starts to play and Saint Jude walks shyly to the ring.
Robyn Byrne: Making his way shyly to the ring... weighing in at 200 pounds... he hails from Waco, Texas... SAINT JUDE!
JC: Kris Chambers and Saint Jude are both looking to start this week's edition of Titans off with a bang. It's also important to note that this is Jude's last SFT match under his current contract.
RW: At first we didn't believe the rumors, but I can safely say that there has been confirmation in the back that this is Jude's swan song with SFT.
DP: Well he has a mighty fine opponent in Kris Chambers. A good way to go out.
The bell rings and immediately Saint Jude flies out from her corner and toward Kris Chambers. Chambers goes to flapjack him but Saint Jude flies into him with a punch right to the face.
RW: POW! RIGHT IN THE KISSER!
Chambers stumbles back as Saint Jude kicks him right into gut. Saint Jude kicks him again before applying a hammerlock. He wrenches up on the arm, but Chambers manages to toss him to the mat with a snapmare. Kris locks in a half naked choke. Jude shows some flexibility by kicking Kris in the face. Kris stumbles back to the ropes and forward again, then get a quick spinning heel kick from Jude. Kris staggers to his feet and is taken down with a drop toe hold, followed by a quick ankle lock. Jude applies a grapevine to strengthen the hold.
JC: Jude is showing technical skill here tonight. I'm impressed.
Chambers slowly crawls across the ring and grabs the rope, forcing Jude to break the hold. Chambers gets to the corner and pulls himself up, favoring his injured leg. Chambers hobbles back out of the corner and Jude stays on the injured leg with a club to the back of Chambers' leg. Chambers goes forward into the corner and Jude stays on him with some shoulder thrusts. The referee starts a count and Jude backs out of the corner. Jude turns Chambers around and attempts a Northern Irish Whip. Chambers makes it a few feet before collapsing to the mat, holding his leg. Jude shrugs his shoulders and drops down to the mat, flipping Chambers over and going for a pin.
1...
NO!
RW: Smart move by Jude to go for the pin.
DP: Chambers isn't going to give up over some leg pain. He's a warrior.
Jude gets to his knees and goes for another ankle lock, but Chambers connects his boot to Jude's chin. Jude stumbles back and Chambers staggers to his feet. Jude charges toward Chambers and is met with a high back body drop, sending him straight to the mat with a thunderous thud. Jude gets to his feet again and goes for a clothesline, Chambers ducks. Chambers turns around and clubs Jude on the back, stopping his momentum. He then grabs Jude and hits a Reverse Dichlorodiphenyltrichloroethane Across The Knees, then goes for a pin.
1...
2...
NO!
Saint Jude shoots his shoulder up. Kris Chambers then locks in an arm bar onto Saint Jude, then applies pressure. Jude yells out in pain as Chambers wrenches on his arm, then he is able to reach his free arm to grasp the bottom rope. Kris reluctantly releases the hold after the referee counts to four.
RW: One more count and Chambers would have been disqualified.
JC: He's a lot smarter than that, Randy.
Jude pulls himself up using the ropes, keeping an eye on Chambers. Chambers runs at Jude, Jude goes to toss Chambers over the ropes, Chambers lands on the apron instead. Chambers grabs Jude and goes for a suplex, but Jude reverses it and delivers a suplex of his own. Instead of going for a pin, Jude climbs to the top rope and hits a top rope elbow drop.
RW: FIST OF GOD!
JC: But... it's an elbow drop...
DP: ELBOW OF GOD!
JC: Much better.
Jude goes for the pin.
1...
2...
NO!
Chambers shoots his shoulder up and the fans go wild. Jude quickly goes for the ankle lock again and locks it in, this time in the middle of the ring.
RW: It's going to be tough for Chambers to get to the ropes this time.
After a bit of struggle, Jude tries to grapevine... but Chambers is able to roll over and boot Jude in the gut. Chambers rolls to his feet, still favoring his injured leg. Chambers runs at him and goes for a clothesline. Chambers grabs the arm and maneuvers into a swinging neckbreaker. Chambers gets back to his feet and he is pumped. He pulls Jude up to his feet and delivers a Crucifix Slam.
RW: TURN THE PAGE! TURN THE PAGE!
JC: I hate books.
DP: Shocking.
He goes for the pin.
1...
2...
3-NO!
At the last possible moment, Jude is able to throw his shoulder up. Half of the fans go wild, yet the other half are confused because it was a very close kickout. Chambers gets up and argues with the referee, giving Jude enough time to get to his feet. When Chambers turns around, Jude comes at him and goes for a jumping leg lariat... but Chambers counters it with a powerbomb! Instead of releasing it, he feeds Jude's arm up and locks on a gogoplata submission!
JC: EGO DRAIN!
RW: EGO DRAIN!
DP: WE GET TOO EXCITED FOR THIS STUFF!
RW: I KNOW!
Jude panics and tries to get out of the hold, but there's no way and the arm that Chambers was working on earlier is near breaking. Suddenly, the bell starts ringing!
JC: IT'S OVER!
RW: THERE'S THE BELL!
Kris gets up and celebrates, but the referee waves his hands and shakes his head. Chambers looks confused as the referee goes to Robyn. Robyn nods and gives the announcement.
Robyn Byrne: Ladies and gentlemen, i've just been told that the time limit for this match has been reached, therefore this match is a TIME LIMIT DRAW!
DP: He stuck it out and went all the way to the end.
Chambers looks a little disappointed as he gets up, still favoring his leg. He looks down at Saint Jude, who starts to sit up, looking up at Chambers. Jude nods at Chambers. Chambers nods at Jude. The two shake hands as they leave the ring together.
RW: It's a shame to see such a great talent go. He will be missed.
JC: Jude may be gone, but his spirit will live on in the Towers.
DP: We love ya, buddy!
Winner: Draw via Time Limit RW: Right now Folks we have singles action between Kyle Murphy and Lionel Kingston. DP: Kingston is looking in peak shape tonight. JC: But Murphy is no slouch either. As the other instruments kick in the lights above flicker with the rolling of the drums and the strumming of the guitar. The lights also begin to stroll around the crowd and the ramp way as it begins to get heavier into the music. The word "Savior" shows in bright gold in front of the white stars, transforming into "Lionel Kingston". Robyn: The next match is scheduled for one fall. Just as his name shows, NIGHTMARE screams prolonged over the p.a. and he appears out of the curtains with a wheelchair. He stares out at the crowd then at the ring, walking toward it as if it were his opponent. He raises his hand, taking in the crowds reaction with pleasure as it comes. RW: What's with the wheelchair? JC: Maybe it's a threat to Kyle that he's going to cripple him? DP: Sounds plausible. As he reaches the ring, he puts the wheelchair aside and jumps up easily, stepping over the ropes and walking over to his corner. The lights continue to strobe above him as he is announced by the ring announcer. Robyn: Introducing first, weighing in at three hundred and fifty five pounds...from space... Lionel Kingston! He keeps his confident grin, never swaying from it as he shuffles his feet for the match. Robyn: and his opponent weighing in at two hundred and sixty five pounds... from Greenwich Connecticut... "The High King"...Kyle Murphy! "Ard Ri Na hEireann" by Cruachan fills the arena and the lights glow green. Gold pyro explodes at the stage, and the ramp glows orange. Kyle Murphy marches out onto the stage to a mixed reaction and beats on his chest. He holds his arms up, then begins to walk down the aisle. Murphy swaggers down the ramp, a confident grin on his face. At ringside, he climbs the ring steps and into the ring. Kyle throws his arms out to his sides to the cheers and jeers of the crowd. Kyle Murphy tries to start things of with a swift kick to Lionel Kingston, but Kingston sidesteps him and throws him into the ropes. Murphy bounces back and gets caught with a powerful gore which causes Murphy to flip over behind Kingston and over the ropes to the outside. Kingston follows him out and quickly sweeps him up and tosses him back in the ring. Murphy catches Lionel coming back in with a spinning heel kick bet Kingston waves it off and lands his large right hand right around the throat of Murphy. RW: He has him now. It looks like Murphy is about to get some shattered memories. Kingston looks to the crowd as they cheer and await the carnage. DP: The fans here are looking for blood. JC: I don't think this move causes bleeding. DP: Oh yes it does, internal bleeding. JC: Eww. Kingston brings Murphy up with one hand and hold him there for a moment before landing a fierce chokeslam driving him into his knee for a wrenching backbreaker. He goes for the pin. 1..2..3! RW: and that's all she wrote. DP:I think not. Lionel grabs Murphy and pulls him center of the ring, then walks to the end and calls for a microphone. As one gets tossed, he catches it and quickly bounces off the ropes, booting Murphy in the face as he goes to sit up. He is back down again. Lionel stands, one foot on Murphy's chest and raises the microphone to his mouth. Lionel: Last week Nirvana cost me a match by slapping me across the face. It blinded me with rage and distracted me from breaking up that submission. Well, now I have no choice but to retaliate by making Murphy, here, an example of primitive action and showing Nirvana just why he shouldn't slap me in the face! Lionel throws the microphone down on the mat, near the ropes, and bends down, grabbing Murphy by the shoulder to pull him up. Muphy gets to a knee and elbows Lionel in the gut, making him bend over. Murphy proceeds to place Lionel between his legs and wraps his arms around his stomach, but Lionel breaks the hold and rolls out, standing quickly and placing his hand on Murphy's throat, quickly lifting him up and dropping him down, outstretching his knee at the same time and slamming his back into it. Murhy's body bends awkwardly on impact as he screams in agony. Lionel slides out of the ring at this point and grabs Murphy's legs, pulling him from the ring and forcing him into the chair. Lionel begins to strap Murphy to the arms of the chair, holding his arms down and pinning him to the chair. Lionel grabs the microphone and puts it to his lips again while Murphy slumps down in the chair. Lionel: Let this be a message to you, Nirvana. If we ever meet again and you dare to slap me in the face again... this will be your fate. Lionel drops the mic and walks over to the fans section, grabbing a steel chair from one and folding it up. He sets the legs in Murphy's lap, the steel across his face. Lionel then backs up and steps forward with a huge lunge, placing a flat foot to the chair with so much force that the chair topples over and Murphy lands on his back. Lionel looks down at Murphy and lets out one hell of a roar that gets the fans cheering. RW: Wow! Big message sent to Nirvana. JC: Wait a minute...look! While Kingston is celebrating Dawn comes up from behind with a steel chair and lands a tempestuous blow to Kingston's head. She then heads back up the ramp leaving Kingston stunned and enraged. RW: Why? Why would Dawn want to piss off a monster like Kingston? JC: Because she's screwy that's why. DP: Remember, these two have a lot of history. There are plenty of reasons for Dawn to hate Lionel Kingston. RW: Well message sent and received from Dawn to Lionel here tonight after a merciless win over Kyle Murphy. DP: Up next Titania Artemisk takes on the Axis's newest member SETH in a strap match. JC: Stay tuned! Winner: Lionel Kingston via Pinfall Strap Match
RW: Time for the strap match, Seth taking on Titania.
JC: Really, already? Shit time for my nap, wake me up when this match ends ok?
DP: What a joker
RW: I wish he was joking.
"The Egyptian Nightmare" comes out to the stage & pumps up the crowd to a complete frenzy. He poses to the crowd by throwing a hammer like punch in the center of the stage & kneeling on one knee. As he does this, sudden bursts of pyro shoot up, beginning from the entrance ramp and ending in the ring area in a domino like effect while getting bigger and stronger on each burst until it hits the huge pyro blasts that emits simultaneously from the ceiling & the four ring posts. He enters the ring & climbs the second turnbuckle to pose to the crowd. Queen Olivia makes her way out from the stage area and poses behind Seth who's on the second rope. The New StrikeTron of the man formerly called Zenith has Egyptian Voodoo,Black Magic & A Cameo by Korn themselves. Queen Olivia looking like Cleopatra gets on her knees bowing before Seth. As Seth is bowed for and worshiped his eyes glow red as the darkness upon the arena is lifted during the bridge of "Get Up" by Korn ft. Skrillex.
RW: Entering the ring is a member of the Axis, and a man who is trying to gain some pride back after a few defeats. Its Seth not Ben Zenith, and after last week let us hope he gives a better account for himself as he tries to give Axis their first point of the night
JC: Zzzzzzzzz
DP: ...seriously?
RW: Seriously.
"My Monkey" starts 20 seconds into the song. "I had a little monkey, I sent him to the country and I fed him on gingerbread, Along came a choo choo, knocked my monkey coo-coo, And now my monkey's dead" During this Titania comes out and begins dancing seductively for the crowd. Then she saunters down to the ring and slides under crawling either at her opponent or the ref, she then rolls on her back, blows a kiss and jumps to her feet, turning to either face or await her opponent.
RW: The leader of the UVA is now in the ring, this match could be a contender for match of the night it depends how much effort they put in.
JC: Zzzzzzz, It wasn't . . . me mama zzzzzzzzz.
RW: And as you can tell John Cartwright is sleeping, he does this every month at least once.
DP: Can I poke him with a stick?
RW: Sure. Use mine.
DP: Thanks!
The referee straps both up and the ref calls for the bell, Titania tries to pull Seth across the ring but can’t budge him, Seth pulls Titania by the strap and she moves forward into a side walk slam by Seth.
RW: Powerful start by Seth right there, I think that took the wind out of Titania.
JC: Zzzzzz, It wasn't me who did it, I didn't know she was a shemale, zzzzzz.
DP: Awkward.
Titania gets up slowly a little hurt an attempted clothesline by Seth is ducked as he turns around Titania has a length of the strap and whips his chest with it then again. Seth staggers back a little Titania runs forward into a spear by Seth who covers.
REF: 1...2...3!
RW: Seth picks up his first win under his new name and scores a crucial point for the Axis.
JC: Is this over, I was having this amazing dream about women.
DP: Yeah we heard it John, I think we all got the message loud and clear.
Winner: Seth via Pinfall Nirvana: Don't do it, Corbyn. Corbyn stops and glances around, now fully aware that his attempt to sneak up on Nirvana was foiled. Corbyn: What's your game, King? Nirvana: You set my mook on fire. You joined a stable dedicated to destroying my family. You're trying to take everything from me. Well, Corbyn, I'll give you a chance. It's simple. Nirvana turns around, stands up and shows Corbyn the crown. Nirvana: A crown of thorns match at the PPV. If you win I will give you what you want, Michelle's freedom. Submission Match
JC: Nirvana and Corbyn in a Crown of Thorns match? Sign me up!
DP: That's gonna be awesome, and with so much on the line you know those two will fight tooth and nail for Michelle.
JC: Yeah, well that's then and this is now. Coming up next, is Johnny Legend against a Blockhead.
RW: Dawn Lenore is looking to win another point for the Axis after Seth picked up the win against Titania, but a recent attack by Kingston caused some damage to Dawn's arm. Could it be a bad night for the Artemisk sisters?
JC: It sure can, Johnny Legend all the way baby!
"It's a sin." by the Petshop Boys begins to play as the arena turns a bright purple.
The StrikeTron flashes some of Dawn's most recent high impact moves.
She gives glances left and right awkwardly, her eyes empty, her mind inward. She walks down the ramp, holding a bottle in her hand. She takes a drink from the bottle, throwing it at the ground. She holds her right arm as the pain in her shoulder refuses to go away.
Robyn: First making her way to the ring, from an undisclosed location and weighing in at 130 pounds...DAWN LENORE ARTEMISK!
Dawn slips through the ropes and She leans against the far left turn buckle, grinning at the crowd as she spits fire at them.
JC: I don't like her. I still hold a grudge after what she did to me with the rest of the Axis.
RW: You tell us that every week John, can't you let it go?
JC: I want an apology first.
"Miseria Cantare" by AFI softly creeps into the arena. The crowd stands on their feet, awaiting the sign of Johnny Legend. On the StrikeTron, we see Legend's head titled downwards as the song continues. Slowly, the head comes up to show Legends' face as the song kicks in. "Legend" flashes in-front of his face, as golden fireworks go off near the top of the ramp.
Robyn: And her opponent, from Detroit, Michigan and weighing in at 250 pounds...JOHNNY LEGEND!
Johnny Legend comes walking out from the back. A smirk is plastered across his face, as he poses for the crowd. The crowd boos, and Johnny Legend starts to walk down the ramp. Not paying attention to the fans, he continues as some fans give him middle fingers and shouting unkind words at him. He walks up the stairs to the ring and goes in.
JC: Here's Johnny!
RW: Really original, but after last weeks impressive win over Nirvana and Lionel is this a more focused more dangerous Johnny Legend than ever before?
JC: You know it, Blockhead.
The bell rings and they go for a collar and elbow tie up in the middle of the ring, Dawn slips behind into a waist lock, then takes Legend down with a waist lock take down. Leaping forward Dawn locks in a sitting side headlock, Legend pushes to his feet still in the headlock. He uses his power to push Dawn off the ropes, leap frog by Johnny Legend and Dawn rebounds off the ropes. Legend goes for a clothesline it is ducked by Dawn who rebounds off the ropes again. She runs at Legend who just turned around and takes him down with a flying head scissors take down.
RW: Dawn starting very fast and very technical.
JC: I hope Johnny breaks her arms, she deserves it.
Legend gets to his feet rushes at Dawn who takes him down with an arm drag, Legend up again and Dawn takes him down again with another arm drag. Legend gets up a little dizzy Dawn connects with a high drop kick and Legend is down. Dawn up runs off the ropes and drops a snap leg drop across the face of Legend. Up again off the ropes and at full speed another snap leg drop by Dawn.
JC: One day I will get my revenge on Dawn.
RW: Sure and one day you will live in a pineapple under the sea.
Reaching down Dawn pulls Legend up but receives a European Uppercut for her trouble, a fore arm follows that up which connects right across the nose of Dawn. A kick in the midsection by Legend is followed with a snap suplex. Legend twists his body and stands up with Dawn and hits another snap suplex. Once more Legend twists his body pulls Dawn up with him. Hoists Dawn up and hits a stalling suplex.
JC: Powerfully and technically beautiful by Johnny Legend.
RW: I'll agree it was John but call the match down the middle.
JC: I have but all I see is Legend standing in the middle, so I'm doing it right.
RW: You worry me sometimes.
With the fans booing Legend poses and walks over towards the ring ropes, “Just like this Blockhead you will bow down.” He shouts whilst pointing towards the fans, Dawn is starting to get to her feet, a kick in the midsection by Legend is followed up by BDB.
JC: You have her right where you want her Legend, finish this.
RW: Do you really need to show so much favoritism to anyone going against the Axis?
JC: It's Johnny Legend, what a guy he is.
Legend drops to the head of Dawn and locks in a triangle choke hold, Dawn tries to fight it but Legend quickly applies more pressure and Dawn taps out and the ref calls for the bell.
JC: I told you.
RW: Yes you did John, Johnny Legend picks up the win via submission.
JC: Wow, you gotta love it. That puts Divine Intervention on the board!
RW: And that makes them tie with The Axis, but the show goes on. After the break UVA member Evan Corbyn takes on The Axis' Dirk Roman. Stay tuned!
Winner: Johnny Legend via Submission JC: Johnny Legend just defeated Dawn Lenore Artemisk and now look Dirk Roman and Ataxia are coming down. RW: The new tag team champions are here and look Legend is telling them to come at him. Johnny Legends stands telling them to come in, Ataxia and Dirk get on the apron as they go to enter Dawn attacks Legend from behind, Dirk comes in and clotheslines him down, "Get a chair." Shouts Dirk to Dawn who rolls out of the ring, then a cage is lowered as Ataxia enters the ring, Dawn slides the chair in before the cage comes all the way down. RW: What are they going to do to Legend now? JC: This isn't right, if Gary Mac was here this wouldn't be happening, but where is Miranda and Ace? RW: I guess they are busy with other things right now. With the cage lowered Ataxia pulls out a chain and a pad lock, he tells Dawn, "Close the door." She gives him a funny look then closes it as she does Ataxia padlocks the door. Dirk pulls Legend up and then hits places him in the tree of woe position, Ataxia applauds what is happening. JC: This is just wrong, so wrong Randy, this shouldn’t be allowed to happen Miranda come down here and deal with Dawn so you can free the Legend. RW: You do realize that after last week with what Dirk did to Gary Mac that he is making his mark on Divine Intervention, maybe Dirk can take them down by himself? The fans are cheering as Dirk walks to the opposite turnbuckle and then begins his run to hit the flying headbutt, half way across the ring and from nowhere Ataxia lands a superkick on the chin of Dirk Roman sending him crashing to the mat. Dawn can’t believe it as she looks on but is helpless, Ataxia helps Legend up and gives him the chair to arm himself. JC: Ataxia has joined Divine Intervention! my God Randy what a coupe to steal someone from the opposite group is a master stroke. RW: I never saw this coming. Now the fans are chanting "Ataxia sucks." As he parades around the ring, Johnny armed with a chair taunts Dawn to enter but she won’t its two on one, as Dirk Roman is getting to his feet Johnny levels him with the chair across the head splitting his head wide open. Ataxia climbs up on top of the turnbuckle and then to the top of the cage, "Come in Dawn, save your friend." He shouts down towards her and then motions for a microphone from the announcer who throws it towards him and he catches it. RW: I guess we are about to hear why Ataxia joined Divine Intervention. JC: The only reason is D.I is superior to the Axis and the UVA. Ataxia gets back to the center of the ring, he looks around the arena to all the hateful fans and begins laughing into the microphone. Ataxia: "Surprise!!!" Once finished the fans erupt once again and then he hands the microphone to Legend who applauds what is happening. Now the hands of Ataxia reach up towards the mask covering his face, he unties it and then in one swift motion pulls it off, and the fans erupt once again, this time more heated. The look on Dawn Lenore Artemisk's face tells the whole story. RW: I can't believe it, really John I didn’t think this would happen, this has shocked me what was that all about at the start of the show? JC: Yes Randy, I love it, I love it and I want to cry right now, how did he manage to do this, its genius at its best. The camera is focused on the face of Ataxia and it is none other than Gary Mac, the cage is now getting hit with a lot of the trash from the fans. He laps up the heat from the crowd as does Legend. Now Legend hands him a microphone and Mac smirks before raising it to his mouth.Mac slams the microphone down and walks over along with Johnny Legend to unlock the cage door, Dawn backs off as Legend still has a chair in his hand. The footage goes backstage and we see the real Ataxia brawling with Alexander Hayes backstage he doesn’t know what has happened. JC: So wait...Gary Mac pretended to be Ataxia just to get back at Dirk Roman! It's genius I tell you. RW: He picked the right time too because Ataxia was brawling backstage with Alexander Hayes. Gary Mac: You thought you had ended my career? You thought that someone as pathetic as you had ended my career? I laid a trap and you walked right into it, well done Dirk Roman you proved you are stupid just like the rest of the Axis. That goes for you Dawn Lenore, (He turns around and points towards Dawn.) You are the one that irritates me more than anyone, you use backstage power to back out of matches, it is a fucking joke. I'm done with you, I no longer want the match to show you up for what kind of person you are. I feel I have already proved that, you would rather hurt SFT and not see me return than have a match with me. Fear suits you Dawn, let's just hope the powers that be don't give you another title match, you do not deserve it, you deserve nothing. As for you Dirk, (Mac turns back to Dirk who is lying on the mat, he kneels down and makes sure his face is near Dirk's) you hold that title yet you never seem to defend it. I guess you can only keep that title if you face someone with the name Artemisk, but now I’m going to hurt you. I want you to feel pain Dirk, I want your Hardcore title and I will do it, without any problem at all Gary and the rest of Divine Invention make their way to the back, their job done for now. RW: And folks, we gotta take a commercial break. BOY was that nuts!
Tables Match
Survivalism blasts from the speakers as the lights flash a devilishly looking purple Robyn: Making his way to the ring standing at five foot ten and weighing two hundred and twenty pounds, he is the "Prince of Pain" Dirk Roman. Dirk makes his way to the ring blowing kisses to the crowd. He removes his coat with a flourish, spraying his fans with glitter. RW: We're back, and this is going to be a great match. JC: Not only that, I'm going to predict the winner. DP and RW look at each other and say nothing then turn their attention back to JC RW: Oh yeah? Who is this going to be? JC DP: Good call. RW: Somehow I knew this was going to happen. JC leans over the table and smacks RW upside the head. RW: What was that for you dolt?
JC: For being an idiot. RW: Let's go back to ringside. Robyn: And his opponent, making his way to the ring from Detroit Michigan weighing in at two hundred and thirty two pounds, Evan Corbyn!The lights fade completely as "Dead and Bloated" by the Stone Temple Pilots blasts. Corbyn makes his way to the ring in total darkness. Then he stands in the middle of the ring as the light raise. Robyn: Ladies and gentlemen, this is a tables match. The rules are very simple. There are no disqualifications. The first person to force your opponent through one of the many tables place at ringside will be declared the winner. RW: There you have it folks. This a tables match. You could be more then the victor if you ask me. These guys are crazy. They could lose a limb or two. DP: They're doing it for what they love. Come on now Randy, don't be a pussy. JC: Yeah, I'll smack you again. Dirk and Evan is standing in the middle of the ring toe to toe. Dirk blows a kiss at Evan and he punches Dirk. They go back and forth for a few moments before finally Evan lands a kick on Dirk who blocks it. He chops him and Evan falls stumbles. Rushing at him, Dirk is able to land a clothesline that hits Evan hard and falls to the mat. Dirk taunts Evan by blowing him a kiss and smirks. Staggering, Evan struggles to get to his feet, but Dirk stomps him back to the mat. She then runs towards the rope and tries to deliver a leg drop. Evan rolls out of the way and picks himself up. Making it to his feet, he grabs Dirk and puts him in the cobra clutch suplex. RW: Not a bad showing by these two so far. It's a tables match and they are doing whatever they can to destroy each other here. The match has barely started and we are already seeing some incredible stuff from these competitors. DP: The match just started, how can they be showing some incredible stuff. All I've seen was punching and kicking. JC: Yeah, and do not discount the fact that Evan is no longer your National champion. He lost it to a fluke like Hayes. RW: A fluke? Hayes deserved to win that belt. Hayes deserved to be National champion after all he went through last year. DP: And here I thought you were unbiased. Evan pulls himself off the mat and looks down at Dirk. He walks over and picks him up by the hair. He punches him once and Dirk falls back down to the mat. He picks up Dirk again who by this time finally comes to. Evan tries to punch him and he is blocked. Evan tries again but is blocked. Feeling more energy, Dirk does her patented reverse bulldog. Not wasting much time, he picks him up off the mat and throws him to the outside. Evan falls out onto ringside and to the floor. Dirk follows to the outside. He picks Evan up from his prone state and throws him to the steel steps. He connects with a loud bang through out the arena. Evan can be seen grasping at his shoulder and Dirk continues his relentless attacks as he rushes towards Evan who slowly gets up on his feet and clotheslines Dirk. Dirk lands on the floor with a hard thud, and Evan holding his shoulder stomps on Dirk a couple of times and goes to grab the steel steps that are laying near Dirk. Evan then hits Dirk with the steps about a dozen times. Grasping at his abdomen, Evan goes for a last time, but is blocked from a side sweeping kick that connects to the back of Evan’s knees making the steps fall to the ground. Dirk quickly gets to his feet, still grasping at his abdomen, he walks towards Evan and throws his head to the barricade and watches it bounce off. He does this repeatedly for a few time, then takes Evan and throws him into the turnbuckle and is dazed. JC: Tear him apart Dirk! Tear him apart! RW: No mare caffeine for you. They are indeed tearing each other apart. First Dirk throws Evan to the steel steps and then Evan counters with the steps and with Evan going for it once more, Dirk comes back with a quick sweep then throwing him to the turnbuckle. I can’t believe this. This is getting brutal. The rivalry between UVA and Axis is starting to heat up. We knew they had bad blood but this is getting to be more then that. DP: There's no doubt about it. I know these two hate each other. By the way, you can check out SFTshop.com for all your Axis needs. RW: This is no time for a cheap plug. JC: Yeah, it's getting a bit annoying. You guys afraid of something? Why do you have to self-promote all the time? DP shrugs Meanwhile back in the ring, Evan is still on the ground, and Dirk is now walking over towards him still holding his stomach but stops. He kneels down and looks under the ring. JC: This could be it. Is he looking for a table? From underneath the ring Dirk is seen pulling out a table. Smiling, he sets it up and pats it a couple of times. He makes his way back towards Evan who is now slowly getting up sees Dirk setting up a table and quickly scatters over his way. Stopping him in time, Corbyn slams his head against the table and then delivers a snap DDTt. He doesn't let up. Picking up Dirk, he tries for another move and is blocked by Dirk who counters with a standing missile dropkick. Landing on the ground, Dirk picks him up and forces him to roll on the table, and makes his way up to the turnbuckle. He blows a kiss to the crowd and sets up for a diving elbow drop but before he could get it off, Evan moves out of the way. Dirk drops down from the turnbuckle. He eggs Evan on and Evan follows him to back into the ring only to get punched in the face. Evan holds onto the rope in the center of the ring and punches him until he falls onto the table flat on his back. Surprised, Dirk runs to the turnbuckle, jumps up it and blows some more kisses to the crowd. He jumps off and hits it. Evan falls through and the referee rings the bell. JC: That's it folks. We have a winner. He is Dirk Roman of the Axis. Dammit, they take another on again. I'm getting rather sick of these guys. RW: I thought it was rather interesting. These two gave it their all and Axis came out with yet another victory. Can nothing stop these guys? DP: These guys are great. I was rather pleased with Dirk’s win. Congratulations Dirk Winner: Dirk Roman via Putting Evan Through A Table The show cuts backstage into the locker room of Divine Intervention; Gary Mac is sitting by a table shuffling a pack of cards, now dressed in his normal clothes - Blue jeans with a Gary Mac "Too Fucking Good" T-Shirt on. Ace is sitting at the side of the table, looking at Gary while waiting on the next hand to be dealt. Johnny Legend is sitting away from them, entirely focused on his laptop and playing "Orcs" Must Die on steam. Ace: Are you going to deal the cards? Gary Mac: Sorry just making sure they are shuffled correctly. (turning his attention to Legend) Do you want a game yet? Taking his eyes away from the laptop for a second, he looks over at Gary, silently. The look on his face says it all and Mac shrugs, before Johnny turns back to the laptop. Gary Mac: We should have got some girls here, play strip poker...I'm sure that Amanda Summers would be game. Ace: Who hasn't seen her naked? Gary Mac: Good point Ace; then again we could try and ask Dawn and her sister Titania? Laughter fills the room as all three men begin chuckling, when the door to the locker room suddenly opens and standing there is Miranda Reizeger, dragging the SFT World Heavyweight Championship by her side. Miranda: Don't we get emails or something? Why wasn’t I invited to this? Gary Mac: I don't know really...Why? Do you want to play? Miranda: I usually like to play hard to get, but sure. I'm on it like a bonnet. Both Mac and Ace laugh but Miranda doesn't. she's more than focused on beating both men. Miranda closes the door behind her then sits down at the table, she glances over at Johnny Legend for a second and then back to Mac and Ace. Miranda: What's up with him? Ace: He is hooked on this new game, Orcs Must Die. Gary Mac: Hopefully he has a seizure playing it, what a stupid pathetic game. This comment attracts the attention of Johnny Legend who turns his head, looks at all three of them and shakes his head. Johnny Legend: This is a great game, there is nothing better to do on the internet than play this. Ace: We still don't get any royalties for promoting a stupid game that only idiots play. Johnny Legend: Worth a try. Hey, Gary, can you hand me a beer? (holds out hand without taking his eyes off the screen.) Gary Mac: Get it yourself. Johnny Legend: Come on! They're right next to you! Gary Mac: F**k off, Johnny. If you want one, get it yourself. Another shake of the head by Johnny Legend before he turns back to his game. Mac laughs, turns around and grabs three beers, and places them on the table. He then slides one to Ace and then one to Miranda, all three then open their beers and toast before Gary deals the cards out on the table. Miranda: This is boring. Let's make it a little more interesting. Gary Mac: You want to play for cash? Ace: Seems fair to me. Miranda: Hmm ... I was thinking something a little racier. Gary Mac: I get it; you want to play strip poker, don't you sweetheart? Ace: Hey . . . it's a bit uneven to play strip poker. I don't want to see dicks flying around our locker room. Johnny Legend: (Not taking his eyes away from the laptop) Yeah we ain’t the Axis. Gary Mac: I heard Dawn has the biggest of them all. Miranda: This room was a sausage fest as of thirty seconds ago. I'm bringing tits into the equation, and you're still worried about seeing Legend's cock? Gary Mac: Strip poker it is then Are you still playing Luke? He shakes his head and throws his cards down, before going over and sitting near Legend so he can watch Miranda and Gary Mac play. They begin playing a few hands and as they do, Ace and Legend have a private conversation. Ace: I have fifty say's Gary beats Miranda. Johnny Legend: Don't be silly Luke, Gary rigs the cards that's why I never play with him. On the plus side we see Miranda naked. (he giggles) Ace: Stop making excuses, one hundred says Mac wins. Johnny Legend: US Dollars? Ace: Of course, what do you take me for? Johnny Legend: I guess I can afford to lose one hundred dollars. You're on. The whole time Legend never once takes his eyes from the laptop. So engrossed in his game, he still offers his hand out to Ace who seals the deal by shaking it. Gary Mac: Ah, fucking hell. Now this grabs Legends attention and he pauses his game to turn around, as Gary takes off his top, Ace covers Legend's eyes with his hand and Legend does the same to Ace. After taking off the top, Gary shuffles the cards and begins to deal once again. He looks at his hand and then towards Miranda, who decides not to even glance at what her cards are. Miranda:Feel like raising the stakes, Muffin? Gary Mac: That all depends what it is you are thinking. Miranda: I'm thinking ... Both of us go all in and I'll even throw my World Heavyweight Championship into the mix. Both Ace and Legend come over to the side of the table, grabbing seats and sitting down as this becomes serious. Mac looks at them both and then Miranda. He can tell from her face that she is serious about it, with only his top and his boots off everything is in his favor. Gary Mac: You are on sweetheart, prepare to strip. First Gary turns over his cards and reveals he has pocket kings, Miranda who hasn't looked at her cards yet, turns hers over. Ace: Yes! A two and a six of hearts, we have a new World Champion people, here at the First Invitation-Only Divine Intervention Poker Night! Johnny Legend: Are we doing commentary now? A bad start for Miranda and a great start for Gary Mac with pocket kings, with both of their clothes on the line and the title, who will walk away with their clothes on and a new belt to hold them up? Ace: I told you this would be Gary's night, now here comes the flop. With all of them looking at Gary, he turns the top card and then he turns over the first three cards; out comes a King of Diamonds, a King of clubs and a five of hearts. Johnny Legend: Bullshit, how could you get four of a kind on the first three cards. Gary Mac: Luck. A smile appears on Gary's face and then he winks at Miranda, who still doesn’t look phased, Ace seems delighted that he is going to win one hundred dollars from Legend. Miranda: Seems like this game's in your favo'r, Gary. Congratulations ... Once more Gary builds the tension up and turns over ... the four of hearts. There is silence in the room once more. Johnny Legend: Gary sits with four Kings and Miranda sits with the two, four, five and six of hearts. It is all on the last card. Who will win? (holds up a chicken bone he found on the ground in place of a mic) Ace: Gary of course, you might as well give me my money, Johnny. You can feel the tension as Mac's smirk leaves his face. A confident look now on Miranda's as she smiles towards Gary. Miranda: Next card please, Muffin. Slowly but surely he begins to turn the card over. As he does, he reveals the three of hearts and Legends leaps into the air and fist pumps. Ace: You do realize you are celebrating the fact Mac now has to strip, right? The smile and the joy on Legend's face disappears quickly. Johnny Legend: Yeah I know . . . Luke lets go for a coffee. Johnny slaps Ace on the shoulder and both men begin to leave the locker room, Miranda stands up looking at Gary with a huge, predatory smile. Miranda: Well let me see what you've got, Hot Stuff. The House is calling in your debt. Take it all off ... Slowly. The show then cuts to the announcers who look at the camera with raised eyebrows. RW: Well...that was interesting. JC: Dammit! The one time I wanted Miranda to lose...
Hardcore Match
Robyn Byrne: The following contest is for one fall and it is for a point in tonight's special events. This is the HARDCORE MATCH!
The fans cheer loudly.
Robyn Byrne: Introducing first from Cambridge Massachusetts and is the SFT National Champion. He is representing the Ultra Violent Alliance...Alexander Hayes!!!
Fireworks explode as Indigenous Holocaust blasts over the PA systems. As he comes out from backstage, Alex is seen bouncing on his feet. He starts to walk down to the aisle to a chours of boos and flips off the crowd. As he nears the ring, he goes through the middle rope, walks over to a turnbuckle and jumps up. He raises both hands in the air and then is greeted by a second chorus of boos.
RW: Here comes the National Champion and he looks like a man possessed.
JC: Either that or his tights gave him a wedgie.
DP: There's a finishing move for you. The Wedgie! Would it be a submission or a pinfall move?
RW: Oh Christ.
Robyn Byrne: And his opponent from “Parts Unknown” and representing the Axis of Ultra Violence...Nirvana!
RW: Here comes a man who defines Hardcore!
JC: Yeah. Whenever you type in getting the shit beat out of you by barbwire this guy's face shows up as the first result.
DP: Wow that was somewhat clever, John.
JC: Thanks.
DP: Who wrote it for you?
JC:...
RW: Ouch.
Nirvana's theme song starts to play when from over the ring barrier comes Nirvana and slids into the ring carrying a barbwire covered steel chair. Hayes turns at the last minute and gets slammed in the face with it. The bell rings and the brawl is on!
JC: Well that wasn't surprising at all. Someone busted open before the bell even rings.
DP: Like that one girl in Mexico eh?
RW:...WHAT?
JC: Okay just because you look like Bob Saget doesn't mean you can say things like that.
Nirvana puts the chair into a seating position and grabs Hayes. He picks up Hayes. SPINEBUSTER! Hayes lands back and rear end first onto the barbwire chair. He's stuck. He screams out as Nirvana backhands him with his right hand. He then applies “The Syringe”! Hayes is screaming as he flails his arms around while still stuck to the chair. Nirvana just laughs maniacally as he finally lets go of the vicious claw like submission hold. Hayes falls over still attached to the chair. Nirvana goes to the outside of the ring and goes underneath it. He pulls out a metal trashcan out from under the ring. Hayes finally gets loose. He eyeballs Nirvana and shuts the chair. He baseball slides Nirvana in the face. He gets out of the ring with the chair and slams Nirvana in the side of his face with the barbwire chair.
RW: OW!
JC: A little to close to the commentators guys.
DP: Bring it over here! Come on! I wanna see these guys get more squeamish.
Hayes tosses the chair into the ring and the does the same to the ring. It's contents spill out into the ring. He grabs Nirvana. He runs to the ring barrier. SIDE EFFECT! On the barricade wall. Hayes grabs Nirvana by the throat and puts on a choke on him while dragging him up the ring steps by his neck. Toss over the ropes from Hayes. Hayes goes up top to the turnbuckle and comes down with a shooting star press. Cover...1...2...Kickout!
RW: It's gonna take more than that to take out Nirvana.
JC: Yeah.
DP: Like what a garbage truck?
Hayes goes to the outside and pulls out a table with barbwire all over it. He slides it into the ring. Nirvana gets up and grabs one of the things that fell out of garbage can. It's a metal stop sign. He puts the barbwire chair in a sit down position gain. Before Hayes can get back into the ring Nirvana runs to the chair leaps on it and leaps to the top rope. He comes down from the air with the stop sign hitting Hayes on the top of his head.
RW: Air Nirvana!
JC: More like TWA Nirvana.
DP: How about Traffic Violation Nirvana.
RW:...
JC:...
DP: Hayes went past a stop sign without stopping.
RW: Ah I get it now.
Nirvana tosses Hayes back into the ring. He goes under the ring and holds up a can of gasoline! The fans all start to scream at this. Nirvana gets in the ring and sets up the table. He pours the liquid in the gasoline can onto the table. He reaches into his boot and pulls out a lighter. FOOM! The table goes up in flames. Hayes looks up at Nirvana and spears him! Hayes pounds on Nirvana with furious lefts and rights. Hayes reaches down and grabs the trashcan. He slams it hard into Nirvana's face. He looks down at the other things in the ring. The barbwire chair, the stop sign, the...cloth? He grabs the cloth and wraps it around the chair. He slams it into the flaming table and sets the cloth on fire on the chair. SLAM! The face of Nirvana is now on fire and busted open. Nirvana screams, but kicks Hayes in the gut! DDT ON THE CHAIR! Hayes rolls off in massive pain as Nirvana grabs the side of his face to put out the flames.
RW: Dear God! These two men are both bloodied and burned.
JC: This is why we should ban Hardcore! This is insane! All of this for a point!
DP: Well at least SFT finally has a point for once.
RW: Not helping.
DP: Now what I'm (bleeping) paid for.
JC: No you're paid to be Ataxia's little stooge!
DP: Sorry I couldn't hear you over the sound of D.I. sucking.
Nirvana is gets up and grabs Hayes. He signals that this is the end of this. He throws him into the nearest turnbuckle post. He slams Hayes' head over and over again into the pad of the turnbuckle and then hoists him up.
RW: He's going for a top rope "Embrace Nirvana!"
Reversal from Hayes! Hurricarana! Nirvana goes into the flaming barbwire table. The ref calls for the attendants to put out the fire. They do as fast as possible. Hayes pins Nirvana once the flames are out. 1...2...3!!
Robyn Byrne: Here is your winner...ALEXANDER HAYES
RW: Point for the UVA!
JC: Looks like we got some overtime!
DP: Oh shit!
Hayes grabs the barbwire chair and is going to continue to assault Nirvana. The lights go out. Flashes from cameras are going on until we see a figure in the ring. The lights cut on. It's Ataxia! Nirvana is out of the ring with Dirk and Dawn. Dirk goes to get in the ring with Ataxia but Ataxia waves him off. Hayes goes to swing the chair at Ataxia. Ataxia ducks it spits a yellow mist into Hayes' eyes! He grabs Hayes and drop toe holds him into the turnbuckle post. Ataxia stands for a moment waiting for Hayes to get up. The rest of the Axis help Nirvana to the back as he is in pretty bad shape from the fight. Hayes gets up and wipes the mist out of his eyes. The cameras get in close.
Hayes:...
Ataxia: Yellow. Just like you are coward!
Hayes screams as he runs for Ataxia who laughs maniacally as the both start trading punches. The fans are on their feet cheering this brawl that is going on. Security comes out from the back only to get hit by both wrestlers.
RW: We gotta go to a commercial break folks!
JC: Kick his ass Hayes!
DP: Tax! Spit in his eye again that was hilarious!
Winner: Alexander Hayes via Pinfall Amanda Summers: "I'm standing here with the World Champion, just before her scheduled First Blood match against the Axis' Ataxia. Miranda, I thought you might want to give us a quick word-" Miranda R: "Velocity." Amanda frowns, looking off-camera and shrugging her shoulders. Amanda Summers: "...What?" Miranda R: "Velocity. It's a quick word; are we done here?" Amanda Summers: "I meant about Director Wilde’s announcement last week about the Pay-Per-View, the main event match you’ll be involved in." Miranda R: "Oh. That'll take some thinking. Hold this." Miranda throws the heavy World Championship belt over Amanda's shoulders and disappears off camera. She reappears a few seconds later with a folded chair. Amanda steps back, flinching, while Miranda casually sets the chair up and sits down. Miranda R: "Looks good on you. Fancy a drink after the show?" Amanda looks off-camera again, mouthing the words Why Me?. Amanda Summers: "The Pay-Per-View?" Miranda shrugs. Suit yourself. Miranda R: "What's there to say? It's the next instalment of "Wilde doesn't like his World Champion," starring your World Champion... Me! He's thrown everyone at me and none of them - none of them - have gotten the job done. If you can't cope with quality, throw in a little quantity and so it looks like I'll just have to beat ten thousand other Muffins all at once. I don't care; I'll still be at the top of this mountain come the Pay-Per-View, because I'm the best this company has. Standing up, folding the chair and casually tossing it off-camera and crashing into a spotlight worth ten times more Miranda starts to head away. Amanda Summers: "Uh...Miranda!" Amanda struggles with the title belt, holding it out at arm’s length as if she were trying to hand-feed a crocodile. Miranda R: "Oh! Thanks Sweetcheeks!" The video feed switches back to the arena, but the audio stays with Summers long enough to hear her parting words. Amanda Summers: "What's wrong with that fuc-"
Miranda Reizeger vs. Ataxia
RW: We're back folks, and finally we get to our main event of the evening. SFT World Champion Miranda and Ataxia finally settle things one on one in, of all things, a first blood match.
JC: I thought Nirvana and Hayes was bad enough, but this could get downright illegal.
DP: Well if what Miranda said just now is any indication, she's feeling confident about winning.
JC: And why shouldn't she? She's the most dominating World Champion SFT has had in years! Nobody can beat her!
RW: Nobody's denying that Miranda is a fighting champion, but you have to admit that she likes to take the easy way out from time to time. Just last week she screwed Emerson from winning the Title by keeping him outside for a count out win. Do you really think that's the way a World Champion should perform?
JC: It's called being smart, Randy. She works only as hard as she needs to.
The camera cuts to the ring.
Robyn: Ladies and gentlemen, this is your main event of the evening, and it is a First Blood match! The first combatant to make the opponent bleed will be the winner!
"Remember The Name" by Fort Minor plays as Miranda walks lazily from the curtain down to the ramp, not bothering to regard anyone in the audience or much of anything. She drags the World Championship along the floor as if she barely realizes she is carrying it.
Robyn: First making her way to the ring, from Oxford, England and weighing in at 140 pounds, she is the SFT World Heavyweight Champion...MIRANDA REIZEGER!
Miranda climbs the steps and enter the ring between the second and third ropes while the fans continue to boo her. She chucks the World Title on the mat and stands in a corner, gripping the top rope in her hands and pulling against the turnbuckle. Referee Sean Whitcomb takes the title and passes it over to the timekeeper.
DP: It should be noted that while Miranda's World Title is NOT on the line, Divine Intention's chance at tying up with The Axis will be...at least I think it will be. I'm not sure how this works now.
Robyn: And her opponent...
"Die! Die! Die, my darling. Don’t utter a single word..."
As the Metallica song comes over the PA out of the back coming to the ring at a full tilt is Ataxia. "The Messiah Pariah" ignores the fans and dives under the bottom ropes and slides across the ring almost hitting a cameraman.
Robyn: From an undisclosed location and weighing in at 215 pounds, he is "The Messiah Pariah"...ATAXIA!
Ataxia smiles as he kips up and holds out his arms in a mock bow and awaits his opponent all the while laughing maniacally. His mask, now clearly visible to the camera, is a rather unique looking mask in that it's all white except for a familiar looking face drawn on the front.
RW: What the heck does he have drawn on there?
JC: Oh man...Randy, I know that face. That's the face of Annika, Miranda's sister!
RW: I think you're right. And I think Miranda is just now realizing it.
DP: Sh*t just got real.
Miranda steps away from the turnbuckle and walks right over to Ataxia. She stares into the drawn eyes of her sister and looks ready to pummel the man underneath to pieces. Ataxia just laughs at her and even does a little "sexy" pose to mock her even more. Whitcomb gets between the two and holds them back, yelling at them to wait until the bell sounds.
JC: I don't know what Ataxia's thinking, Randy. He's only going to make her angrier!
RW: These little mind games have been his M.O. from day one. If he can get into Miranda's head, he'll have a strong advantage right at the start.
JC: Miranda's too smart for that!
Robyn exits the ring and Whitcomb calls for the bell. It sounds and the match begins. Not half a second later, Miranda is already on the offensive as she knocks Ataxia back with right hands to the face, her punches looking a bit stronger than usual. Ataxia gets knocked into the ropes and Miranda doesn't hesitate to whip him across the ring. On the return she lands a knee into his abdomen causing Ataxia to flip and land on his back. Reizeger waits for Ataxia to get back before pushing him into the nearest turnbuckle. Once positioned there, Miranda lands a few forearm shots across the feminine looking face followed by one, two, three European uppercuts. The champ whips Ataxia into the opposite turnbuckle and chases after him, but Ataxia is able to raise a foot right into Miranda's face. From there Ataxia hops up to the second rope, waits for Miranda to turn around and drops her with a double axe handle to the top of the head. Ataxia gets right on top of Miranda and starts punching away at her face.
RW: And now Ataxia's fighting back; if he keeps this going Miranda's going to be wearing a crimson mask.
JC: Get out of there, Miranda!
Miranda manages to use her weight to roll Ataxia to the mat, and now she's back in control. She lands a few right hooks, and then pauses to look out at the crowd. Their negative reaction only fuels her drive. Suddenly, Ataxia grabs Miranda by the back of the head, brings her down and kisses her on the lips.
DP: AHH! I can't believe he did that! Who knows where that mask has been!
RW: Is there anything Ataxia WON'T do to his opponents?
Miranda lets out a scream as she pulls away from Ataxia and looks about ready to vomit on the mat. She spits outside of the ring while Ataxia gets back to his feet, laughing to his heart's content. Miranda, her anger at an all time high, charges towards Ataxia, but The Axis member is able to sidestep Miranda and shove her face first into a turnbuckle. The champ stumbles back and falls into the awaiting arms of Ataxia who grabs her and hits a back suplex. Ataxia gets up and brings Miranda to her feet. He drags her over to the nearest turnbuckle. He grabs her by the head and rams her face first into the top turnbuckle pad over and over again, the crowd shouting the number of hits.
Fans: One! Two! Three! Four! Five! Six! Seven! Eight! Nine!
Ataxia pushes Miranda back, runs up the turnbuckle, leaps off and hits a high knee to the face for the unofficial ten. Ataxia, now having time to prepare, exits the ring and checks under the weapon for any "toys" he can play with.
RW: Uh oh, now Ataxia's looking for a potential weapon.
JC: This was bad enough during the Hardcore match!
Ataxia pulls out a barbwire baseball bat and holds it up for everyone to see. The baseball bat has an Axis logo on it and is painted a bright purple.
RW: They sell Baseball bats?
DP: Those guys will put their names on just about anything...and you can still get them at www.SFTshop.com!
JC: He's good, I'll give him that, Randy.
Ataxia slides back into the ring and waits for Miranda to get to her feet. Ataxia holds the bat like a real Baseball player would, and he even gets in a practice swing. Miranda turns to his direction.
RW: Here's the pitch...
Ataxia swings the back and it smacks Miranda right in the gut. Reizeger falls to the mat clutching her stomach and gasping for air.
RW: AND IT'S OUTTA HERE!
JC: How can you possibly be enjoying this?!
RW: Do you really have to ask?
Ataxia stands over Miranda and slams the bat against her back. Ataxia stands over Miranda and raises the bat over his head as some of the Axis loyalists in the crowd cheer for him. Whitcomb checks on Miranda but doesn't notice any blood on her.
RW: I'm shocked that Miranda isn't bleeding after that.
JC: She's got tough skin, Randy. The kind that champions are made of!
DP: Or she's just really lucky.
JC: Luck is for losers.
Ataxia grabs Miranda by the hair and brings her to her feet once more. He takes the bat and goes to grind the barbwire into her face, but Miranda manages to land a spinning heel kick that causes Ataxia to drop the bat. Miranda takes the bat and swings at Ataxia, but he narrowly avoids contact by slipping outside through the ropes. Miranda tosses the bat aside, runs and hits Ataxia with a baseball slide that knocks him against the barricade.
JC: A baseball bat, now a baseball slide, all we need is a ball and we've got a game!
RW: Miranda's not not in the mood for games. She's a woman on a mission.
Miranda slides out of the ring, grabs Ataxia and drives his head into the barricade. While disoriented, Ataxia is grabbed and whipped shoulder first into the ring steps. Miranda walks over to Ataxia, grabs him by the neck and starts choking him, occasionally slamming the back of his head against the steps. Ataxia fights out of it by blinding her with an eye gouge. Ataxia slips away and walks over to the timekeeper's position. He grabs the bell and brings it over to Miranda. He raises the bell over his head in an attempt to bring it down on her, but the champ manages to kick Ataxia back. Ataxia tries again, and this time Miranda ducks the swing causing Ataxia to hit the steps instead. Miranda grabs Ataxia's head and slams it into the turnbuckle post. Whitcomb inspects the mask as best he can, and so far there's no indication of blood. Miranda makes her way over to the commentary table and starts pulling TV monitors and cords off.
RW: Come on! Is that really necessary?
DP: Well i'm not going to argue with her about it! Move, Randy!
Randy, John, and Dan step away from the commentary table. Just as Miranda is finished clearing the table, Ataxia comes at her from behind with a running knee to the back. Miranda falls against the table. Ataxia grabs Miranda by the head and slams her on the table a couple times. He then gets up on the table and pulls Miranda up with him.
JC: Ataxia has been vicious tonight, more so than usual I think.
RW: He's trying to prove a point, he's trying to show that The Axis can, and should, be taken seriously. Making the World Champion bleed like a stuffed pig would send quite a message to the rest of Divine Intervention.
Ataxia places Miranda between his legs and sets her up for a piledriver, but Miranda makes herself dead weight causing Ataxia to have a harder time lifting her. A second attempts proves to be just as futile, and Miranda manages to make a small comeback by lifting Ataxia up into a back body drop onto the table, but the table manages to not break.
DP: Must be a Japanese brand of table.
Miranda gets off the table. She goes over to Ataxia and grabs him by the head. He pulls Ataxia's head forward until half his body is hanging off the table. She then wraps an arm around his neck and drops him with a DDT onto the floor.
RW: Oh my, and Ataxia could be out cold from that!
Miranda takes a second to catch her breath before getting back up. She goes over to the apron and looks under the ring. She stands back up and the camera catches her holding a screwdriver.
JC: If I didn't love Miranda so much, i'd make a pretty good joke right about now.
DP: Did it involve the word "screw"?
JC: ...yes.
DP: Then it's not a good joke.
RW: I'll tell you what else isn't funny, Miranda's intentions with that screwdriver!
Miranda goes over to Ataxia and holds his head up. She goes to drive the screwdriver into his head, but Ataxia quickly grabs her arm to stop her. The two push at one another with Miranda's screwdriver inching closer and closer to its target. Eventually Miranda is close enough that Ataxia is able to monkey flip her onto her back. Ataxia gets up and grabs Miranda. He lifts her up onto his shoulder and heads close by the table. He goes for a Death Valley Driver, but Miranda is able to stop the attack by taking the screwdriver still in her hand and driving it into Ataxia's temple. Ataxia releases Miranda and grabs the side of his head. Miranda doesn't hesitate to stab Ataxia in the head once, twice, three times before shoving him towards the table. Miranda drops the screwdriver and makes her way up on the apron. She waits for Ataxia to turn around and when he does she leaps off and connects with a tornado DDT that sends both of them through the table.
RW: What a move! Tornado DDT through the commentary table!
JC: Beautiful! Only the best from our champion!
Whitcomb heads over to the destruction and checks on both wrestlers. He looks over at Ataxia and sure enough, he sees that there's a small amount of red liquid coming from the forehead region. He waves his arms and calls for the bell.
JC: Look, Randy! Ataxia's bleeding!
RW: There's no denying that.
DP: I'd still like to deny it anyway.
Robyn: Ladies and gentlemen, the winner of this match as a result of first blood...MIRANDA REIZEGER!
The fans boo while both Miranda and Ataxia are slow to recover. Miranda is up first, and she quickly covers part of her right arm with her left hand before heading to the back.
RW: And Miranda is looking to get out of there in a hurry. She's not even grabbing her title.
JC: She's a busy woman, she can't stick around for these peons.
DP: Wait a minute...can we get a camera to get a closer look at her arm?
As Miranda heads up the ramp one of the cameramen manages to catch her up close. Miranda pushes the camera away from her, and for a brief second we see a small patch of red on the side of her arm. Miranda covers it up immediately before heading to the back.
RW: HEY! Did you see that?!
JC: See what?
RW: That was blood. Miranda's arm was bleeding. You HAD to have seen that.
JC: That could've been redness of the skin, she just went through a violent match, give her a break.
DP: I think the referee made a bad call and Miranda took advantage of it.
JC: Well a win's a win, and Miranda comes out, once again, a winner!
Winner: Miranda Reizeger via First Blood
Suddenly, "The Cold Song" begins to play.
DP: Here we go again!
Sure enough, Director Wilde appears on the StrikeTron sitting in his office chair just like last week. He's smiling and slowly clapping his hands.
Wilde: Bravo! Bravo, Miranda. Bravo, Divine Intervention. You guys did a good job trying to pull a fast one on everyone. However, all your little tricks...it doesn't change a damn thing. You've got me all wrong, Miranda. I don't hate you. I like you. You're a good champion. A fighting champion who overcomes the odds, even if she sometimes stacks them in her favor. Next week is New Beginnings, and it will truly be a New Beginning for at least one stable.
Wilde: Now the winning team WAS supposed to be able to make the match of their choice, but...it appears we have a tie. Axis won two, and D.I. won two. So now it's up to me, the tie-breaker, to make the match. And i've got a mighty good one in store. One that I think will prove once and for all who the better group is.
Wilde: Ladies and gentlemen, the main event of New Beginnings will be...a Triple Tag Team WAR GAMES Match! And Every title will be on the line! Miranda and Johnny Legend take on Ataxia and Dirk Roman and Evan Corbyn and Alexander Hayes. The best part about all this? The winning team gets to give their titles to whoever they want on their team. Of course, that makes me curious to know...how will they settle over who gets the World Championship? That could lead to a bit of tension among the teams, eh? Well we'll see about that...we'll see. See you all next week.
Wilde laughs to himself and spins the chair around as the SFT logo appears and the cameras fade.
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