RW: That’s right! We have a lot of action tonight!
"Stonger" by Trust Comapny plays as Rob Matthews is seen walking through the curtain with Scarlet as the crowd stands up. Boos erupt through the crowd as Rob stands at the top of the ramp, smiling, they then continue down to the ring and then Rob rolls in as scarlet walks up the stairs. He then walks to a turnbuckle and raises his hand.
("King Kliq" by the Kottonmouth Kings starts to play over the pa system as you see two spotlights meet up in the middle of the entrance. "The Franchise" Dynamic Dynamite comes out to the entrance ramp. The crowd books horrendously with Dynamic soaking it in the entire time. As he does so they start to walk to the ring)
RW: This is going to be good!
Both men move around the ring feeling each other out. Dynamite and Matthews lock up to start the match but nothing results. They both let the hold go and just go back to their respective corners.
RW: What the hell was that?
JC: A mediocre grapple.
RW: No.
Matthews and Dynamite again lock up and quickly Matthews gets the advantage throwing Dyanmite to the outside. Matthews bounces off the rope but his leg is grabbed and he is quickly dragged out of the ring.
JC: It’s Saga!
RW: What the hell is going on? And here Brickcity B is beside him with a steel chair in hand.
Matthews quickly gets to his feet and is nailed with the steel chair to his head. Matthews falls to ground motionless as blood trickles from his hair. The referee calls the match as the time keeper hits the bell. Saga and Brickcity enter the ring as Dynamite is entering the ring. Saga kicks Dynamite in the stomach then ddts him. Brickcity B leans over and grabs Dynamite’s legs.
RW: Oh no, he is going for the B-Average!
Brickcity B quickly locks the B-Average on Dynamite as Saga drops to his stomach and yells insults to Dynamite. Dynamite tries to take a few swings at Saga but he is unable to reach him. A bloody Matthews reenters the ring using his hands to crawl towards Saga and Brickcity.
JC: Wait, out of the ring… Here comes Rob Mathews!
Saga quickly jumps to his feet and grabs the battered steel chair hitting him in the same area he had been hit before.
JC: That is just uncalled for.
Brickcity releases the hold on Dynamite as he goes over to the motionless Matthews. Brickcity puts the B-Average on the motionless Matthews. After a second, Saga again drops to his stomach and grabs the wrist of Matthews hitting his hand against the mat a few times.
RW: I can’t believe this. Dynamite and Matthews had no chance they were blindsided. This is ridicoulous they aren’t even a team or friends.
JC: Well, Brickcity B and Saga are going to be involved in the tag scene here in SFT, maybe they are trying to prove a point?
JC: This isn’t the way to do it. These two men were expecting a match and got a vicious mauling and what to prove a point?
Randy is interrupted by the opening notes of a piece of music called “O Fortuna” blasting over the arena’s PA System.
RW: What the hell is this all about? I didn’t here about anything like this being on the schedule, and I don’t even recognize that music at all.
JC: I guess we’re just have to wait and see right along with these fans, maybe time will tell what’s happening here.
The fans in the arena, all of whom seem as confused as our two commentators, turn their attentions towards the entrance stage, in the hope of seeing whoever or whatever is behind this. About a minute or so into the song, two unfamiliar looking men walk out onto the stage, both clad in formal, designer label suits, and with stern expressions on their faces. Both men can be seen to be carrying microphones as they head down the ramp towards the ring. Upon reaching the ring, they both climb the steps onto the apron, whereupon one of the men hols the ropes open for his associate to climb through.
Once both men are in the ring, the music fades away as one of the men raises his microphone to his mouth.
RW: Well, I have no idea who either of those men are, but by the looks of them, they have some kind of business here in SFT, so lets hope that those microphones in their hands will reveal exactly what their intentions are.
JC: Only if you shut up long enough to actually let them say something.
The man with the microphone already raised is the first to speak:
“Freundlichen Grüßen zu allen Amerikanischer Anhängern von SFT.”
JC: What the hell is that?
RW: It’s German, dumbass.
As the crowd tries to understand what is being said, the other man raises his microphone and begins to speak, although thankfully in English.
“My name is Hedwig Maximillian, although as far as you people are concerned, that is MR Maximilian. For the benefit of all those not intelligent enough to be able to speak German, the man to my right has just introduced himself as Erwin Van Wieren. The Strike Fantasy Towers Executive Committee has appointed Mr Van Wieren as the new producer of Wednesday Night War, in a bid to halt the falling ratings that this show has been receiving lately.
It has been decided that although the people running this show previously may have great knowledge of wrestling, but they do not understand how to make a great TV programme, which is where Mr Van Wieren comes in. Both Kate Madison, and Shadow, in spite of their other differences, have agreed that Mr Van Wieren is just what this show needs to turn it around and allow it to start generating the revenue that it should be. My function here is as a translator, since Mr Van Wieren does not speak a word of English, and only a small minority of the projected audience for this show would be expected to be fluent in German. In addition to that, I have recently graduated from the University Of Munich with a degree in law, and as such will be handling all of this show’s legal affairs.
RW: Wow, so I guess these guys are the new Sheriffs around here, but I think I can guess at least one man who may not be exactly jumping for joy at this.
As Randy finishes his sentence, the opening notes of Kid Rock’s “Cocky” sound over the PA System as Christian Cage’s entrance video plays on the giant screen.
JC: Something tells me that this might be the man you were just talking about.
RW: As if on cue…
For once, the crowd in the arena seem thrilled at the prospect of an appearance from Christian Cage, although this may be as much due to their dislike of the two men in the ring as much as anything else. Cage himself strolls out onto the stage clad in his usual black Armani suit, this time worn with a blue shirt, and with his trademark sunglasses covering his eyes as always, Cage is also carrying a microphone in his right hand.
RW: I never thought I’d hear a group of fans so pleased to see Christian Cage.
The two men in the ring seemed slightly alarmed at the sight of Christian Cage, as if they don’t understand why he’s here.
Van Wieren: Wer ist dieser Dummkopf?
Christian Cage (interrupting before the question can be answered): Woah, woah, cut the foreign crap right there. Anyone wanting to speak to me can speak in English or not at all, you got that?
Maximilian: Mr Van Wieren wants to know who you are and why you are here?
Christian Cage: Funny, that’s just what I was gonna ask you. Now, it may have escaped your notice, but you’re both kinda surplus to requirements around here, since War already has me running the show.
Maximilian: That’s not quite true though, is it? You may be the SFT Director Of Talent Relations, but that only gives you control over the roster, not over any of the matches that take place. That is Mr Van Wieren’s job as War Producer, and also my job as Deputy Producer. Whether you like it or not, we’re running the show, and you can’t do anything to stop us.
RW: Why do I feel that those words aren’t going to do down too well with our friend Mr. Cage?
Cage takes a few seconds to consider his response, taking off his sunglasses and slipping them into his pocket as he paces back and forth across the stage.
Christian Cage: First off, that name of yours, Hedwig, it reminds me of something, Of yeah, that’s owl from those Harry Potter books that my kids love so much, and I guess you’re kinda like an owl, right? You fly in, flap your wings about and make a big fuss, then shit everywhere before you leave!
Now, from what you just said, it sounds to me like somebody took a few too many of their “High And Mighty Pills” this morning, huh Max? You don’t mind me calling you Max, right? Either way, I couldn’t give a damn about your degrees and your university education, fact is, you don’t know jack shit about wrestling, and whether you like it or not, that’s exactly why you need me, so I suggest you start playing nice.
Maxmilian: Or what, exactly?
Christian Cage: Oh God, Max is trying to come across all tough, I’m so scared! Let me explain a little something to ya, you may have a whole heap of fancy bits of paper to proclaim how smart you supposedly are, but I have a whole room full of titles and trophies at home that I earned with blood, sweat and tears, and if you honestly expect that you and your little friend here can just waltz in here and piss on my parade, then I’m afraid you got another think coming.
Fact is, I ain’t going anywhere any time soon, so if you’re planning to stick around, then you’re gonna have to learn to live with me and my way of doing things. Other than that of course, you can both head off back to Germany, put on your little leather trousers and have some fun with your strudel, the choice is all yours.
Whatever you decide though, I have to make one thing perfectly clear right now: If either of you EVER decides to piss me off or get in face, then I’m gonna have no hesitation in slapping your University-educated asses around this or any other building that we happen to be in. With that said, I just wanna say:
Welcome to War…
With that, Cage throws the microphone to the floor as his music starts up again, to huge cheers from the crowd.
RW: Wow, I never thought I’d say this, but I’m glad Christian Cage is out here.
JC: I was a big Cage fan before, and I’m a bigger fan now, it’s a good job we got someone to stand up to these guys.
Van Wieren and Maximilian are having a private conversation in the middle of the ring, trying to understand the repercussions of what just happened.
RW: I’m not sure that was exactly the kind of welcoming party that our new friends had in mind.
JC: I can’t wait to see how this pans out in the coming weeks.
Mr. Maxmillian: Brickcity B and Saga, thank you for coming here, please sit down.
Saga: We would prefer to stand. Just get to it Mr. Maxmillian.
Mr. Maxmillian: Okay, well I just got these back today.
Maxmillian exits the frame and returns with both tag titles in his hands. He puts one on each shoulder as he faces Brickcity B and Saga.
Mr. Maxmillian: The SFT Tag team championships. Allisa O’toole had them in her possession but once I filed charges and threatened with civil action she quickly gave them back to me. I along with Mr. Van Wieren still have to figure out what to do with these. Our first thought was to give you the tag titles.
Saga and Brickcity B go to grab the titles, however, Maxmillian moves back.
Mr. Maxmillian: However, that doesn’t exactly create ratings. What creates ratings is suspense. That is why at Fallout 5 it will be Scenefade, the Masons, versus Elite Domination in a TLC match for the SFT tag titles.
Saga and Brickcity B look disappointed but quickly leave the room.
The arena ligts cut off for a moment and are replaced with red and black lights which start flicering all over the arena, there's a blast of white Pyro on the top of the ramp and then "Breathe" by Fabolous hits the speakers and Daniel De Marco makes his presence known and steps out from behind the curtain. He pauses for a moment, soaking in the atmosphere before making his way to the ring. He enters the ring via the second rope, he then makes his way to one of the turnbuckles, climbs the second rope and raises his arms in the air, cool as you like.
Midnight wastes no time attacking Daniel from behind as Daniel tries to amp the crowd. The bell sounds as Midnight lands a knee to the lower back of Daniel sending him face first into the turnbuckles. Midnight continues his relentless assault on the lower back of Daniel, stomping repeatedly until the ref comes and calls for a break. Midnight lifts Daniel back to his feet and sends him clear across the ring into the opposite turnbuckle. Midnight follows him in and connects with a running lariat. Midnight grabs hold of Daniels head, pulls him from the corner and nails a snap mare supplex. Midnight quickly rolls on top of Daniel for the cover……1……2…NO Daniel kicked out at the last second.
RW: Midnight tried to walk out with a quick one there.
JC: Daniel is not going down that easy.
Midnight gets back to his feet pulling Daniel along with him. Midnight hooks Daniels head again and attempts a ddt but Daniel is able to throw Midnight to the mat. Daniel staggers backwards into the corner as Midnight jumps to his feet. Midnight charges towards Daniel in the corner but Daniel gets his leg up and kicks Midnight square in the face. Daniel charges out of the corner and nails Midnight with a spear in the center of the ring. Daniel stays on top of Midnight and begins to unleash lefts and right to the face. The ref steps in and calls for a break as Daniel grabs Midnight to bring him to his feet. Daniel hooks Midnight and delivers a perfect Vertical supplex. Daniel crouches down waiting for Midnight to rise to his feet. Daniel hits Midnight with the Extacy. De Marco covers for the pin...1...2...3.
Focused on the match ahead, he enters the ring in total darkness except for a bright spotlight on him. The spotlight and white clothing make a surreal glowing effect. He avoids that fans as they reach out to touch him. Occasionally one will reach him and he jerks away as if disgusted by it. Joe enters the ring and the bell rings.
RW: Whats Joe’s deal he acts like he hates the fans? They pay his bills.
Joe wastes no time hitting a forearm and a ax handle on Kay. Then a knee kick to her face. He flings Kay to the ropes and hits her with a Frankensteinter.
JC: That’s impressive for such a big man.
Samson with a sunset flip as Kay was getting up and gets a 2 count. Kay with a mule kick followed by a Diamond Cutter. Kay tries a cover but the big man kicks out at 2. Kay with a leg drop across the neck then a ankle lock but Joe is too strong and breaks the hold, by grabbing the ropes. Kay is up and tries an kick off the ropes but Joe catches her and hits a belly to back suplex followed by a double armed DDT.
RW: Joe is showing hes not so green.
Joe with a bear hug on Kayleigh now, from the ramp we see Sean Mason looking worried. Kay with a headbutt but no affect on Joe, another headbutt he gets dizzy, a 3rd headbutt and finally he lets her go.
JC: wow.
Kayleigh with a corkscrew moonsault followed by a flying elbow drop off the top ropes. Kayleigh with a springboard Bulldog as the ring shakes!
RW: Wow that’s a great move by her.
Kay with a Twist of fate and covers 1….2….kickout. She waits till hes up and tries a spear but Joe clobbers her with a double ax handle. He hits her with a gorilla press slam then a powerbomb as the fans boo, he covers 1…2…kickout at the last moment by Kay.
JC: Close one there.
He nails his Cat o nine tails and covers again but at the last moment Kay kicks out again. Joe flies off the ropes with a swan dive head butt but Kayleigh rolls out of the way, she wastes no time and hits her Lionsault move. She sets up and hits her Diamond Dust as she covers wearily 1..2..3!
RW: Kay pulls out the win barely.
JC: A great match one which Joe almost took the upset win on. Impressive nonetheless.
RW: No more talking, lets get to the action.
Ring Announcer: The following contest is scheduled for one fall, introducing first from Boston, Massachusetts, weighing w39lbs, “The Serial Thriller” Corey Thompson!
P.O.D’s “Set It Off (Tweaker Remix)” plays as Corey Thompson makes his way out onto the stage and down the ramp. Sliding under the bottom, he turns to stare back up the ramp as he waits for Regina.
RW: From the look on Corey Thompson’s face, he doesn’t look in any mood to mess around tonight, but he should know that he has potentially a very tough night in front of him.
Ring Announcer: Now, introducing his opponent, she is a former SFT World Television Champion, Regina Eisley!
David Bowie’s “Rebel, Rebel” begins to play as Regina makes her way out into the arena with a determined look on her face, She walks down the ramp, never taking her eyes off of Corey Thompson for a second.
As she reaches the ring, she climbs through the ropes and climbs a turnbuckle to pose, but Corey Thompson sees his chance and pulls her off of the second rope onto the mat as the music fades and the bell sounds.
JC: Looks like Corey Thompson is taking the advantage here in the early going.
Thompson doesn’t give Regina a chance to climb to her face as he nails her with a series as elbows, stomps and kicks whiles she is still on the floor. Grabbing Regina by her hair, he pulls her to her feet and sets up for his trademark move, The Disasterpiece.
RW: Corey Thompson is sure cocky; he’s going for his finisher already, right here in the opening minute of the match-up.
Thompson nails the move perfectly and follows through for the cover.
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Three!!!
RW: I don’t believe it, that has to be one of the quickest matches on record as Corey Thompson moves to 2-0 here in SFT with a big win over the former TV Champ.
JC: I don’t think Regina knows where she is or what just happened to her.
Thompson’s music starts up again as the referee raises his arm before he slides out of the ring and heads up the ramp, leaving the barely-conscious Regina to try to work out what just happened.
Mr. Maxmillian: Brickcity B and Saga, thank you for coming here, please sit down.
Saga: We would prefer to stand. Just get to it Mr. Maxmillian.
Mr. Maxmillian: Okay, well I just got these back today.
Maxmillian exits the frame and returns with both tag titles in his hands. He puts one on each shoulder as he faces Brickcity B and Saga.
Mr. Maxmillian: The SFT Tag team championships. Allisa O’toole had them in her possession but once I filed charges and threatened with civil action she quickly gave them back to me. I along with Mr. Van Wieren still have to figure out what to do with these. Our first thought was to give you the tag titles.
Saga and Brickcity B go to grab the titles, however, Maxmillian moves back.
Mr. Maxmillian: However, that doesn’t exactly create ratings. What creates ratings is suspense. That is why at Fallout 5 it will be Scenefade, the Masons, versus Elite Domination in a TLC match for the SFT tag titles.
Saga and Brickcity B look disappointed but quickly leave the room.
{Dark bodies floating in darkness no sign of light ever given}
The arena falls to darkness as the sound of Fear Factory fills the air. Grey and White spotlights circle the arena as the song continues.
{And i saw my own face in the dark and loneliness and i saw my own face like a spark frozen in heaven}
The spotlight all focus now on the entrance ramp where the cloaked figure of Lucas Balkan appears. He walks down with the lengths of his cloak sweeping behind him.
{my life was so dark... my mind was so dark... everything was dark }
In the ring, Lucas stands staring motionless into the crowd, waiting for his opponent.
RW: Here we go with the number one contendership for the intercontinetal championship.
Balkan and Reaper initiate a grapple as both men struggle. Balkan gets the advantage forcing Reaper into the corner. Balkan goes for a huge haymaker but Reaper is able to duck the punch and force Balkan into the corner. Reaper hits a flurry of punches ending with a huge haymaker. Balkan falls flat on the mat in pain holding his head. Reaper backs off as Balkan slowly recovers. Once Balkan reaches his knees Reaper quickly runs at him hitting a kick to the face of Balkan, Balkan falls between the bottom and middle rope hitting the apron then hitting the floor.
RW: What a kick to the face.
JC: Balkan is going to have a foot imprint on the side of his face from that shot.
Reaper allows Balkan to recover a bit before he exits the ring. Once Reaper is on the apron Balkan punches him in the lower back. Reaper tries to kick Balkan in the face but he is able to catch the foot. Balkan quickly pulls the foot from under Reaper hitting his face into the apron. Balkan quickly slides under the bottom rope then climbs the top turnbuckle. Balkan goes for the shooting star press but Reaper is able to move out of the way. Reaper waits in the ring as Balkan struggles. 1...2...3....4....5....6...7...8...9. Balkan is able to slide under the bottom rope.
JC: Balkan was barely able to get into the ring after that mistake.
As soon as Balkan gets in the ring Reaper kicks him in the back of the head. Reaper helps Balkan to his feet then quickly takes him and throws him over the top rope. Balkan is able to grab the top rope and land on the apron. Reaper quickly tries to punch Balkan in the head but he is able to block it. Balkan quickly responds with a headbutt to the chin of Reaper. Reaper falls back of a couple of steps holding his chin. Balkan quickly goes for a slingshot but Reaper is able to catch him. Reaper positions Balkan for RIP but Balkan is able to squirm out of it. Balkan quickly knees Reaper in the stomach and whips him into the corner. Balkan charges at Reaper but he hits him with a boot to the chin. Balkan quickly recovers and charges at Reaper with the same result. It takes Balkan a little longer but he again charges at Reaper this time Balkan catches the foot. Balkan in one fluid motion pulls Reaper towards him and hits a clothesline. Balkan covers Reaper.
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Balkan helps Reaper to his feet then forces him against the ropes. Balkan goes for a clotheline but Reaper lifts him in the air, Balkan falls throat first on the top rope. Balkan holds his throat as he is dazed. Reaper quickly turns him around hitting the Guillotine. Reaper quickly follows up with the pin.
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