 Strike Fantasy Towers Wednesday Night War™ With RW and JC October 5th, 2005 Wednesday Night 10:00pm Live From Fargo, North Dakota Fargo Dome
RW and JC come out as the WAR theme starts they take their places. RW: Ladies and Gentlemen welcome to WAR! JC: Before we start the match lets see whats up backstage. JC: Let's take you back stage! RW: Why would we wanna do that? JC: That's what they are telling me to say! The camera takes us back stage as we see Brickcity "B" walking through the hall way. He walks past certain security members and walks up to an office door labeled, "Connor MacDaddy". Brick: Oh well, good enough for me. Brickcity "B" opens the door and enters into Connor's office. Connor looks up as he talks on the phone and sees Brickcity "B" standing feet in front of him with a huge smile on his face. Connor: Umm, I'll call you back, what do you want Brick? Brick: I want a million dollars and peace on earth, can you give me that? Connor: No, now either talk or get out, I don't have time for your games. Brick: Oh, is Mr. Faction upset? I'm sorry… Connor stands up at this point and walks in front of his desk. Brickcity takes a few steps forward and approaches Connor. Brick: Listen, I need Azreal's home address. Connor: What? Are you insane? Get out of my office! Brick: Calm down guy… This doesn't involve you, Azreal and I have some things to settle. Connor: There is nothing to talk about. Sedition is dead, and you beat Azreal, let it go. Brick: Yeah well, I have to throw it all in his face… Now if you will please, give me his address. Connor: And if you would please, get out of my office. Brick: (Smiles) Oh Connor… Brickcity "B" jumps towards Connor, grabbing his by the throat. Brick shoves Connor backwards over his desk and hovers over him. Brick: Listen you piece of shit, you and I don't have problems. So if you want to keep it that way, I suggest you start playing by my rules! Now one last time, where the hell is Azreal?!?! Connor: "B", you don't want to do this! Brick: Oh Connor, I'm the IMAGE of SFT, I do what I want. Brickcity takes Connor and shoves him to the floor. Brickcity "B" then shakes his head and points his finger at Connor as he slowly backs away. Brick: Just hope I don't have to come back here… The scene fades to black as we are now taken back to the live action. RW: Woah! The way Brick is going he's going tot have problems with every staff member we have, he better not get on Connor's bad side! JC: Let's move on! Sean Mason vs. Lucas Balkan #1 to IC Title match
RW: Here we go folks…. Let's get this party started right! JC: God that's cheesy. {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.} JC: This guy is one disturbed individual. RW: Like Nirvana? JC: Nirvana is disturbed? {The lights goes out and then Red sirens go off. "I am Invincible!!!" "Invincible" by Static X blasts over the arena's P.A. system as out steps "The ICON" Sean Mason appears to an enourmous crowd reaction of boos. He walks down the aisle and to the ring apron as he leaps up onto the ring and has the ring announcer hold up the second rope as he slides through it. He gets on the turnbuckles and poses for the crowd.} RW: Is this guy really the ICON? JC: Give him some time… He will be. RW: The ref turns around to signal for the bell and Balkan nails Mason with a hard right! Mason is out cold! JC: What? Wait a minute! Balkan just tossed out some brass knuckles! The ref didn't see it! The knuckles are on the outside of the ring and Mason is out cold! RW: This is going to be the quickest match I ever saw! JC: The ref now looks down at Mason, he looks back at Balkan. The ref is checking to see if Balkan had any weapons on him… RW: He won't find any! JC: Balkan slowly makes his way over to Mason… He looks down and shakes his head! He's wasting time here! Just make the cover! Balkan gets down to one knee, now another, he leans over and finally goes for the pin! 1… 2… Kickout by Mason! JC: He's still alive! RW: Balkan can't believe it! Balkan picks up Mason off the floor, he sets him up for a powerbomb, Balkan flips Mason up! Mason's foot just nailed the referee! Balkan SLAMS Mason down hard with a powerbomb!!! JC: But the ref is down! RW: Balkan walks over to the ref and tries to revive him! Wait a minute… who's this coming down the ramp way? It's Layleigh Mason! What's she doing here? JC: Kayleigh runs into the ring, sneaks up behind Balkan and nails him with a low blow!! Balkan falls over! Kay goes over to Sean and tries to revive him! Sean is getting up slowly! The ref is down! Balkan is down! And now Mason is on his feet! RW: Sean signals to Kayleigh, she goes outside and grabs a chair, she tosses it to Sean! Sean waits for Balkan to get to his feet! Balkan gets up and CRACK!!!! Chair shot!! Balkan goes down! Kayeigh is making her way back up the ramp! JC: Mason has a huge smile on his face, but there is no one to make the cover! Sean walks over to the ref and kicks him a few times! RW: Yeah, that's gonna wake him up. JC: Sean walks over to Balkan and picks him up! He's signaling for the LAST SHOT! Can he hit it? Sean grabs Balkan, lifts him up high and SLAMS him down with the LAST SHOT! Mason makes the cover! RW: Why? There is no ref! JC: We got one now! Here comes a fresh referee running down the ramp! He slides in and makes the count! 1… 2… Kickout! RW: What? JC: Balkan kicked out! Sean can't believe it! Sean picks up the steel chair yet again but the ref takes it from his hand! Sean smiles and… BAMN! Sean just kicked the ref in the groin! What the hell is he doing?!?! The ref goes down! Balkan gets to his feet! He sneaks up from behind Mason and nails him with a reverse DDT! Balkan goes for the cover! The original referee makes it to his feet; he makes the count… 1… 2… Kickout by Mason! JC: Balkan can't believe it! Lucas gets to his feet and he takes the steel chair! Lucas is waiting for Sean to make it to his feet! Lucas sets up but the referee snatches the chair from him! RW: that's only right! JC: Lucas gives one good look at the referee and kicks him in the mid section! Balkan takes the referee and nails him with the DEATH DROP! RW: Ok, this is getting out of hand! JC: Balkan turns around and gets planted with a spear!! Mason nails him with the break down! And here comes a third referee making his way down the ramp! Mason goes for the cover! The third ref slides into the ring and…. RW: He calls for the bell! JC: What? The referee just called for the bell! Mason can't believe it! RW: So what's the call? Here comes the announcer… Announcer: Ladies and gentlemen, the
referee has made a decision… This match is a double disqualification!!!
Winner: Draw JC: I guess that's what happens when you start beating up on SFT referees!RW: Makes sense doesn't it? JC: Well, now that this craziness is over, let's move on!
Nathan Gust vs. Brickcity B Hardcore Title match
RW: Time now for our first Championship
contest of the evening, which pits SFT’s only current Triple Champion
against the youngest legend in SFT history, as Nathan Gust takes on
Brickcity B for the SFT Hardcore Championship. JC: This match is gonna sum up exactly what this show is all about, it’s gonna be a War, no doubt about it. RW: Without further ado, lets get right to the action. Ring Announcer: The following contest is scheduled for one fall, with no time limit, and will be conducted under anything-goes rules, with the SFT Hardcore Championship on the line! Introducing first, the challenger. Fighting out of Columbia, South Carolina, standing 5’1’’ tall and weighing in at 171lbs, ‘The Youth Warrior’ NATHAN GUST!!! Adrenachrome’s “Grade 8” hits the PA System as Gust makes his way out onto the stage to a huge positive reaction from the crowd. RW: The crowd loves this guy; I think it’s fairly obvious who their favourite is tonight. JC: Favourite or not, Gust still has to go through probably the single most impressive superstar on the SFT roster right now, and he’s gonna need much more than fan support to pull this one off. Gust slides under the bottom rope and into the ring, bouncing off of the ropes a couple of times as he waits for the champion. Ring Announcer: His opponent, the reigning and defending SFT Hardcore Champion, and also the SFT TV Champion and a co-holder of the SFT Tag Team Championships, from Brickcity, New Jersey, weighing in at 220lbs and standing 6 feet tall, BRICKCITY B!!! Adrenachrome fades away to be replaced by the opening beats of Rage Against The Machine’s “Bulls On Parade”, signalling the entrance of the Hardcore Champion. Brickcity makes his way out into the arena with the Hardcore Title belt around his waist, and his TV and Tag Team belts over his shoulders, to a chorus of boos and negative chants from the crowd. Upon reaching the ring, Brickcity slides underneath the bottom rope and walks around the ring, showing off all of his gold to the distinctly unimpressed fans. RW: Lets see if Brickcity can continue the big winning streak that he’s on right now. He looked pretty impressive here on War last week against Venom in non-title action, but lets see how he fares here with one of his titles at stake. B hands the Hardcore belt to the referee, who raises it above his head and calls for the bell as B’s music fades away. Right out of the traps, Gust runs across the ring and begins to pepper the champion with a series of lefts and rights, sending B’s other two title belts falling to the canvas. The steady stream of punches backs B up into the corner as Gust backs up a step or two before charging at B with a cross body block, but the champion counters with a clothesline of his own which sends Gust crashing to the canvas in a heap. JC: Gust was all energy right from the bell, but it was almost like a rope-a-dope strategy from B. He took what Gust had to throw at him and came up with a great counter. RW: We knew that this match was gonna provide some excitement, and we’ve been proved right straight from the get-go. B slides out of the ring and starts to rummage around underneath the ring for something to help him out. JC: Don’t forget folks, with the Hardcore title on the line, it’s anything goes, so you might wanna put the kids to bed right now. After a few seconds of searching, B emerges clutching a kendo stick and a trash can lid. Sliding back into the ring, B climbs to the second rope while still holding the trash can lid, taking aim at a prone Gust, but as he jumps off, Gust rolls out of the way and sends B’s face crashing into the trash can lid as he hits the mat, followed by a rolling leg drop to the back of B’s head, which is still laying on the trash can. B rolls onto his back, and we can see a small cut right on his hairline. RW: That is a huge early advantage for Gust; he’s opened up Brickcity right in the first few minutes of this contest. Gust obviously thinks that this will be enough to secure a very quick win and hooks the leg for the cover. ONE! TWO!! NO!!! Brickcity just manages to roll his shoulder up and push Gust off of him, but he is still groggy, so can manager little more than that. RW: It’s gonna take more than that for Gust to get this job done, Brickcity isn’t a triple champion for nothing. Seemingly spurred on by the sight of his adversary’s blood, Gust grabs the kendo stick and hits B hard in the stomach with it three or four times as the Hardcore champ instinctively rolls into the foetal position to protect himself. Finally, B rolls out of the ring in desperation, as it seems to only way to escape Gust’s assault and catch his breath. As expected, Gust follows him to the outside, still wielding the kendo stick like a sword, and he takes a swing at B, almost like he’s trying to decapitate him with the weapon. B, however, manages to duck the blow and snatch the stick away from ‘The Youth Warrior’. JC: You’d have to say that Gust has the edge right now, B’s been busted open, and you can see the red marks from those huge kendo stick shots all over his torso. RW: Now that B has hold of that stick though, there’s absolutely no telling how long that might be the case. In retaliation, B swings the stick with furious force at the retreating Gust, but instead connects with the steel ring post, knocking him briefly off balance and giving Gust just enough time to dropkick B, sending the kendo stick smashing into the Champion’s face. JC: Gust may just have shattered Brickcity B’s nose right there! B drops to his knees, clutching his surely broken nose as Gust prepares his follow up. As Gust launches himself at the Champion with an attempted shining wizard, B is aware enough of his surroundings to slide out of the way, sending Gust flying into the barrier, then crashing to ground upon impact. B slowly climbs to his feet, and we can now see that he is bleeding from his nose as well as from the laceration on his forehead, and he wipes the blood from his face as best he can as he walks towards Gust to exact his revenge. Grabbing the teenager by the hair, B drags him towards the ring, but then thinks better of it and grabs the TV Championship belt that is lying at ringside and lays it flat out on the steel entrance ramp. RW: I’m sensing some evil intentions on the part of the champion here. JC: I guess it’s just sweet revenge for what Gust has done to him thus far in this match. B puts Gust’s head between his legs and sets up to piledrive him down onto the title belt. For a second, as B lifts him, up it looks like Gust will be able to counter the move into a back body drop, but the weight differential is just too great, and B is eventually able to execute the move successfully. As Gust rolls onto his back, we can see that he too is now busted open, although far more severely then B, with the cut extending almost right across his forehead. For his part, B just stands over the fallen Gust with a look of sick satisfaction on his face while once again wiping the blood from his own face. RW: I dread to think what B has planned as a follow-up to that. JC: Who cares about a follow-up, B
could win this match right here. Almost as if he heard what JC said, B lays across the Gust for the cover, not even bothering to hook the leg, so convinced is he that this is a formality. ONE! TWO!! THR…NO!!! RW: How in the holy hell did Nathan Gust kick out of that move? JC: The man’s not an SFT legend for nothing Randy. B is stunned at his failure to get the 3-count and turns to remonstrate with the referee, pleading his case, and all the while allowing Gust vital recovery time. Brickcity eventually turns his attentions back to his opponent, but Gust is ready for him, standing on unsteady legs as he smashes B in the face with his own TV Championship belt before driving him up the ramp with a hail of punches, thrown far more with desperation than accuracy. B counters with lefts and right of his own, and both men are frequently staggered as they fight their way up onto the entrance stage. The battle continues, with neither man gaining any kind of real advantage, and with both at times teetering dangerously close to the edge of the stage and the 15-foot drop on to an exposed concrete floor that would be the result for anyone stepping over it. RW: These guys have to watch their footing; any false move here could be fatal to their chances of walking out of this arena as SFT Hardcore Champion. JC: If either of them falls off of that stage, then the result could be fatal in a far more literal way than that Randy. With each punch that is exchanged, blood and sweat flies from both participants, and there are signs of fatigue on both men’s faces, but they know that to let up know would almost certainly cost them both the match and the title. JC: How the hell are these two still standing after what they’ve been through, after all that they’ve done to each other. RW: God only knows. B manages to block one last desperate left hook from Gust, and grab his challenger in position for his trademark Brickcity Drop Inverted DDT. RW: Don’t do it B, you’ll kill him!! Ignoring the boos raining down on, B proceeds to DDT Gust off of the stage, but in mid-air, ‘The Youth Warrior’ somehow manages to contort his body so as to twist into something resembling a cross body block. Both men crash down to the concrete below, with an almighty thud, and for what seems like an eternity, neither man moves a muscle. JC: Holy shit! There is no way on earth that either of those two is gonna be able to walk away after what we just saw. RW: It’s kinda hard to tell who got the worst of that, it was a great mid-air counter from Gust, but he may well have put himself totally out of action as well. JC: This kind of hard-hitting action is exactly why SFT is the best in the world today, and exactly why War is one of the top rated shows on television. Both man are lying flat out on the concrete floor with pools of blood around their heads and blood spattered through their hair and across their faces and torsos, as the referee looks down on them, not sure what to do as, in Hardcore Rules matches, there is no 10-count. JC: I’m not sure what’s gonna happen here, the ref can’t count them out, that’s not allowed under these rules, so I guess we just have to wait until one of them is able to something. RW: If that’s the case, we could be in for a hell of a long wait. Both men slowly get up and they jump the barricade. They brawl through the crowd and up onto a private balcony. The two fight to the edge of the balcony and Gust throws B into the railing, he goes over, but holds on. Gust picks up a chair and he sets it up next to the rail. B pulls himself up and stands on the ledge. Gust runs, jumps off the chair, and takes out B. Both men crash to the level below and are motionless. The referee makes it just in time. With both men down again, he doesn't know what to do. JC: What is he going to do? He immediately calls for the bell, to which the fans boo. Winner: No Contest RW: What the hell is going on? The referee is holding the Hardcore Title and he goes to lay it on Brickcity B. Connor MacDaddy comes through the crowd and he grabs the title away quickly. JC: I guess Brickcity has retained but not by winning, wierd ending for a hardcore match. That has never happened before... B starts to get up and he snatches the Hardcore Title away from Connor. The co-owner helps his friend up and grabs a microphone from a stagehand. Connor: I don't know what you were thinking, no-name referee punk. No hardcore match has ever had to end this way. Neither of these men is dead. They can still fight... but that is not the issue right now... He looks at the Hardcore Title and then at B. Connor: Well, well, well… Brickcity "B" huh? The man who is getting a good amount of attention here lately! It seems as if you love your attention! It seems as if you would do anything for it! But "B", there is a line you should never cross, no matter how much attention you will get! And today Brick, you crossed that line! JC: This doesn't sound good. Connor: In the past, you have spit on Shadow's face! You have disrespected Azreal! And now, you busted into my office and you placed your hands on me! You placed your hands on the owner of SFT! And Brickcity, you just don't do that! RW: The triple crown champion looks confused. Connor: Brick, you beat Grizzly Z to get a shot at Azreal. Last night, you got that shot. And when you did, you killed Sedition and you put Azreal out of a job! And now, you still want to continue this feud don't you? You won't just let it go will you? RW: Brickcity is shaking his head… Connor: What would you say if I fired you right now? In fact, what would you do if I fired you right now? RW: This don't look good for Brickcity. Connor: I tell you what... my associate Nathan Gust and I have a problem with people like you. You think you are above the law. You think you can do whatever you want. Well, sorry, that is not true. So it seems as if I have to play the teacher tonight, and you will play the student. Brickcity "B"... you want to be a big man? Hell no! I am the big man around here... and Brick, by placing your hands on me, you now leave me with no choice but to hand you an ultimatum. JC: What? Connor: As Owner of SFT, I now give you a choice… Either I fire your ass, and you leave SFT right here and now! Or... or... you hand that Hardcore Title over to a man who truly deserves it. To a man who will not use that title as another verbal weapon towards the staff of this company. The choice is yours... RW: What? Can he do that? JC: He's the boss! JC: What the? Brickcity now takes a step towards Connor but Gust gets in the way! Brick now backs up! Connor: If you refuse to give that belt up, fine... but believe me.... I have the papers waiting backstage to fill out... and your ass is fired! RW: This is ridiculous! If Brick wants to keep his job, he has to give up the belt to Gust? Why? JC: They are both FACTION, that's why! Brickcity "B" shakes his head in disbelief. Brickcity looks down at his Hardcore Title. He then looks at Gust, glances over at Connor, and with a heart broken expression, he extends the Hardcore title to Connor. JC: Is he seriously giving up his title?! RW: Looks like it. I thought he hated that title... JC: He does. He's a good actor. Nathan takes the title and he looks at it with an awkward smile. RW: He really didn't want to get the title this way... JC: But he's the Hardcore Champion finally! Now we don't have to hear him whine about it! RW: Point well taken. Connor: Brickcity... you speak about humbling others, but around here... we do the humbling. Take this as a lesson in life. Do not mess with those that have the power. JC: I still can't believe this! Brick just dropped the Hardcore Title to Gust? RW: Dropped? Oh come on! He was stripped! Connor and Nathan walk back through the crowd and to the backstage area. Brickcity "B" is left standing amongst the crowd with a blank expression. Soon there after, Brickcity "B" slowly makes his way through the people and then backstage. JC: Insane!
Havoc vs. Johnny Legend World Title match The arena is completely dark as "The Angle" begins. The only light now comes from the illuminated screen as words appear and pass.. "Carnal"..."Fatal"...."Immortal" The guitar riffs and the crowd pops insanely. Smoke sifts through the entrence ramp, the lights beneath it illuminating it. As the lights are turned on Havoc walks through the smoke to another pop. He walks slowly and gracefully down the ramp, stopping for a moment to gently roll a tuft of smoke from his mouth and look at the "Havoc" signs dispersed amongst the crowd. He slides into the ring and walks to one turnbuckle standing atop it and raising one arm; the crowd pops again. He walks to the corner diagonal from that and poses again, to another pop. RW: Havoc looks ready to rumble! JC: For shizzy my nizzy. RW: What? JC: Nevermind. "Creep" by Radiohead slowly fades in - a voice comes on and says, "Bow Down Blockheads!" BAM! BAM! BAM! Fireworks go off ontop of the ramp. "Creep" by Radiohead really kicks in, as the mist slowly fades away from the fireworks. Suddenly, Johnny Legend walks through the mist. Sporting flashy purple tights and jacket... Johnny Legend rubs his World title, as he stands ontop of the ramp. "Coming down to the ring at this time, (Legend walks down the ramp) weighing in at 200 pounds, hailing from Fire Island, New York... JOHNNY LEGEND!" Amanda Summers says into the mic. Johnny Legend slowly walks up the steps, and gives a few words to the fans... Some unkind words. He then gets into the ring and steps into the middle... Fireworks burst to the sides of the ring - Legend turns slowly around in a full circle and shows his winning smile. The mist clears after a few seconds, and Johnny Legend takes his jacket off - then his World title, which he just tosses to the ringside staff. Both men stare each other down. But before the bell rings. Wait and Bleed hits as Brass Martin, Louis Cypher, Angel of Death and Redd all come down to ringside. Havoc eyes them carefully but they stay ringside. RW: Did this match turn into a lumberjack match and I wasn’t told? JC: Where one member goes, all go. The bell rings and Legend lunges as Havoc with a forearm and a kick to the head, followed by a slingshot suplex. He covers 1…2…kickout by Havoc. RW: Havoc aint going down that easy. Legend with a flying headbutt but Havoc moves out of the way and hits mat. We see Shadow come down ringside to a hail of cheers and yells at the ref “no dq match!” the ref only nods understanding and Shadow leaves. JC: This just got interesting. Havoc with a clothesline on Legend, then a spring board dropkick, followed by a Stalling Brainbuste, he covers 1…2…kickout. Legend rolls out of the ring as he does hes met by Redd, Redd grabs Legend and hits a inverted Russian Leg sweep on the cement. RW: What the? Redd throws Legend back in the ring.
Havoc doesn’t know what to do, he just grabs Legend and hits his Deicide,
he covers 1..2….3!! Havoc gets up and the crowd celebrates with him.
The ref hands him the belt. The Pac come in the ring and Havoc quickly
leaves it. Brass and Angel of Death proceed to beat up Legend, with
Cypher and Redd only watching. They finish and walk away with Legend
left bleeding in the ring.
Winner: Havoc
JC: I guess Legend isn’t in the Dead Pac anymore, and if that’s how the Pac handle disappointment I’d hate to be the one to let Shadow down, if that’s what will happen. Havoc stands at the rampway lifting up his title as he just smiles and walks away. RW: Incredible turn of events I say,
what a way to finish War. Goodnight and godless my people!
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