Strike Fantasy Towers
Wednesday Night War™
With RW and JC
11/16/05
Wednesday Night 10:00pm Live From Chatanooga, TN
River Red Arena

The arena is dark as a green mist rises from the ring. A green spotlight now in the center as we Shadow appear. He has his silver cane in his left hand and we see snipits of Johnny Legend in the background. Shadow waits for the crowd to die down.

Shadow: Legend, twice you've come after me, twice you will fail, you couldnt even put up a fight for Redd, what hope do you have of beating me in my own ppv? Reign is mine Johnny, and you could of had the world and everything in it, all you had to do follow me, obey me, trust in me. But that wasnt enough, and now I must show you why I was once upon a time, the best there was, the best we ever had. I can be as good as I ever was, if only for a night. At Reign you'll find out.

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Scenefades comes in and lays out all 3 as they walk away laughing

Winner: No One

The Gong is struck and the lights all over the arena become colorful with all the colors of the rainbow. "Original Prankster" By The Offspring starts playing and the lights start to swirl around in rythym to the beat. On "Until the break of dawn" Kamikaze bursts out from back stage and plays it up to the audience. He continues jumping around till he gets to the ring then he climbs in and poses on all four turnbuckles sequentially.

RW: The strange one is in the ring and this match should be weird as well as good.

The arena is silent in anticipation as the bells from Pink Floyds high hopes starts to ring over the P.A. system. The fans rise to their feet to see the one and only Lexus make his way out slowly as the music begins. He looks calmly over the arena and nods as he heads to the ring with confidence.

JC: And the newcomer Lexus looks ready for the matchup.

The bell rings with Kamikaze going immediately for a clothesline followed quitckly by an elbow drop, and then a leg drop, he covers but only gets a 1 count. Kami goes for a missle drop kick but Lexus gets out of the way.

Lexus now with a samoan drop, then a drop toe hold. He goes for a figure 4 leg lock but Kamikaze instantly grabs the ropes. Lexus picks up Kami by the hiar and nails a crucifix rollup, and gets a 2 count barely. Lexus now with a Brainbuster and again just a 2 count.

RW: Lexus is controlling this match, and if Kami isn’t careful there could be an upset tonight.

Lexus hits his fatal alignments as the crowd looks on in shock. Lexus smells blood and hits his Destiny as he covers and the ref quickly counts 1…2….3.

Winner: Lexus

Lexus smiles as he leaves the ring, leaving a devastated Kamikaze in the ring.

Joe Gunn is already standing in the ring when we come back from commercial, then the lights in the arena black out and smoke fills the entrance ramp as "Crawlin" by Linkin Park ft Staind plays over the speakers. "Trust and Believe" in white lettering flashes on the screen. Venom makes his way to the top of the ramp, waits a few seconds before slowly making his way down the ramp and into the ring.

JC: Venom's going to try and bounce back from that loss last night to Christian Cage.

RW: Yeah, that was a good match, Venom's been working hard lately.

JC: Yes he has, and here is his opponent..

The bell rings, and both men grapple up, and Gunn knee's Venom in the gut, and connects with a DDT. Both men are back up to their feet, and Venom closelines Gunn. Gunn makes it back up and Venom goes to closeline him again, but Gunn dunks out of the way. Venom turns to face Gunn only to get hit with an axe handle smash. The blow sends Venom back a step, but appears to have very little affect on the big man. Gunn charges at Venom only to get hit with a big boot to the face. Gunn goes to the ground, and Venom goes to stomp on Gunn's face, but Gunn rolls right out of the way. Gunn gets to his feet quickly, blocks a haymaker that Venom threw at him, and then he nails Venom with a haymaker of his own. The blow sends Venom back one step, Gunn charges and sends Venom to the ground with a closeline.

RW: Gunn was gonna make sure he went down that time.

JC: Yeah, no kidding, both Gunn, and Venom want this match.

RW: Of course they do, who wouldn't?

Anyway's, Venom has made it back up to his feet, and both men grapple up. Venom punches Gunn in the gut a few times, and hits him with a snap suplex. Gunn holds his back while he's on the ground, and Venom walks up to him and starts stomping him. Seconds of this go by before the ref starts telling Venom to back off, Venom just ignores him and keeps stomping, the ref doesn't put up with this very long, and begins to count. Venom stops once the ref reaches to two, and backs up a little. Gunn starts to get up, holding his head, he makes it up to his knee's and pauses for a moment. Venom moves the ref out of his way, runs up to gun, and delivers a hard kick to the face that sends Gunn out through the bottom ropes, and onto the outside floor.

RW: Man, what a shot by Venom.

JC: Yeah, You know Joe Gunn's probably trying to figure out why he's on the outside of the ring after a blow like that!

Venom goes right out after Gunn, grabs him by the back of the neck, and begins lifting him back to his feet only to be hit with a low blow by Gunn. Venom is bent over, Gunn grabs him, and slings him into the steel steps. The steps go flying and smack into the rails. Gunn runs over to Venom, kicks him in the gut, but Venom catches his foot. Venom stands up while still holding Gunn's foot, and trips Gunn's over foot out from him. Venom's bends over to grab Gunn's leg again but Gunn kicks Venom in the face. Gunn jumps back up to his feet, grabs Venom, and rolls him in the ring. Gunn slides in and gets back to his feet only to get kicked in the stomach. Venom puts Gunns head in between his legs, and lifts him up in the air, and holds him up in the air.

RW: This is the end for Joe Gunn!

Wham!! Venom just slammed Gunn down on the matt hard. Venom pins him.

Ref: 1..2.. kick out

Venom looks at the ref in disbelief. He can not believe that Gunn just kicked out of one of his primary finishers. Aggervated, Venom grabs Gunn by the back of the neck and pulls him up to his feet. Gunn starts blasting Venom in the head repeatedly with lefts, and rights. Each blow knocks the big man back a step. This continues to happen until Venom lays on the ropes. Gunn grabs Venom's wrist, and slings him into the ropes, Venom comes back in a fury and tries to closeline Gunn, but he dunks. Gunn turns as does Venom, and Gunn nails him with a drop kick to the knee. Venom gets down on one knee, and Gunn hits him with a hard roundhouse to the side of the head. Gunn returns the favor that Venom gave him earlier, and begins stomping on him repeatedly. The ref lets this go on for a few moments, and Gunn backs off when asked, and waits for Venom to make it to his feet. Venom is stunned a little from the shots to the head that he took earlier, and Gunn takes off running, and spears him right back to the ground.

RW: Table might be starting to change.

JC: Looks that way

Then Venom makes it back to his feet, and Gunn charges at him attempting a closeline, but somehow the big man manages to dunk under, and grab Gunn from behind.. Then Venom lifts him up into the air, and hits a german suplex, but hangs on. He repeats the process two more times, and releases the hold. Venom picks Gunn back up, turns him around, and sets up for his other finisher "The Confession". Venom sticks one hand up in the air, and then hits his finisher on Joe Gunn

Ref: 1..2..3

Winner: Venom

RW: Main Event time now, and what a huge Main Event we have for you.

JC: That’s right, probably the pick of the 2nd round matches here in the King Of The Death Match tournament, and certainly the one with the highest unpredictability factor, as we’ve invited fans to bring their own weapons for the competitors to use on each other as they bid for a place in the next round.

RW: Better put the kids to bed, because this ain’t gonna be pretty.

JC: Neither are you Randy, but you still make me look at you every damn week.

RW: I’m gonna ignore that pathetic attempt at an insult as we send it up to our ring announcer, Jonathan Knight, to get this one started out.

Jonathan Knight: Ladies and Gentlemen, the following contest is a second round match in the 2005 King Of The Death Match Tournament, and is scheduled for one fall, with no time limit. The rules of this match dictate that the wrestlers may use any weapon that they can get their hand on, including anything that the fans may have brought with them here tonight.

Introducing first, standing 6’8’’, and weighing in at 340lbs, from St. Paul, Minnesota, GRIZZLY Z!!!

The hauntingly minor downbeat of Ghost Love Score tears through the speakers as the arena dims to black. What lights there are flicker in alternating red and blue as Grizzly Z charges out of the back and down the ramp like a bat out of Hell. Pyro missiles fire from the base of the ring, lighting the intense wrestler's way as he barrels toward the ring. He slides inside, jumps to his feet and raises a fist in the air, snarling with belligerent ferocity.

RW: Wow, you talk about focused, this is a man who’s come ready for war.

JC: And when you face Nirvana, you can expect nothing less. Jonathan Knight: Introducing his opponent, standing 6’4’’ and weighing in at 236lbs, hailing from Osaka, Japan, NIRVANA!!!

"He's gonna get you... "

"He's gonna kill you..."

"He's gonna make you pay..."

Johnny Cash's "Hurt" hits the PA System, as images of tombstones appear on the StrikeTron and Kings voice booms. The crowd begins to shout as the arena goes black and pictures of a morgue appear on the StrikeTron. Pictures of bodies ripped apart, bodies crawling with maggots, etc. As the fans begin to boo a light shines onto the ramp as the pictures on the video wall change to a big grey screen.

"Run from the Lord of SFT, it'll do you good"

Suddenly the arena goes deep green as "Hurt” continues to play over the PA and a golden spotlight illuminates the entranceway. The crowd begins to chant bloody murder as blood rises from the ramp way, and Jeff King And Ms. Black step out from behind the apron. Jeff if decked out in a fancy, old-fashioned suit, hair parted off to the side, and greased down. He's Holding Ms. Black's hand. He smiles to the crowd with all the pizzazz of a salesman, but with the personality of a shark. Comfortable, yet slightly unsettling images display on the video wall, Traditional families eating traditional dinners, watching traditional television, playing with traditional toys...but nobody looks happy. They all have a sullen-eyed look about them, which underlies the true feelings inside of them. Jeff makes his way to the ring, spinning his cane, and doffing his hat to the fans, who, in turn, boo him. Climbing into the ring, he removes his suit, revealing his wrestling gear beneath it. He goes to the to the back turnbuckle and taunts the fans with his cane, which he drops outside the ring as he shares a passionate kiss with Ms. Black.

She leaves the ring as his music dies down, but before the match can start, he puts his hands on the sides of his face and tears at the skin. He stops when the blood starts to appear on his hands and smiles as he holds his hands up for the bloodthirsty crowd. He licks the blood from his hands in one last act of sin.

RW: Any time I see that entrance, it sends shivers down my spine, it’s just such a surreal experience.

JC: It’s great psychological warfare, most opponents get so freaked by watching that when the bell rings, they’re as good as lambs to the slaughter.

As John says this, the first bell sounds and Grizzly charges out of his corner like a bull and spears Nirvana into the turnbuckle with devastating force.

JC: Although I get the feeling that Grizzly Z isn’t one of those guys.

RW: Doesn’t look that way thus far.

At this stage, it seems like the only two weapons that Grizzly Z needs are the ones on the ends of his arms as he flails away with shot after shot to any part of Nirvana that he can hit, forcing the former World Champion to drop to his knees in a bid to avoid or at least partially block the onslaught. Z then backs up a step or two before charging at Nirvana again and slamming a knee into his head, causing it to snap back against the turnbuckle.

JC: What a start from Grizzly Z here. If he can keep this up, then he could be on for arguably the biggest win of his career.

RW: That’s a huge “if” though. You only have to look back at what Nirvana has achieved over his career to know that it’s gonna take a hell of a lot more to pin his shoulders to the mat, and Grizzly Z will know that as well as anybody.

JC: True, but the human body, even Nirvana’s body, can only take so much. There has to be a limit somewhere, and it’s Grizzly Z’s job to find that limit if he wants to carry on in this tournament.

Nirvana rolls out of the ring and grabs a baseball bat, which is eagerly thrust at him by a ringside fan.

RW: Right there, that’s the unpredictability of this match in a nutshell. Who knows what these fans might have brought with them tonight.

JC: Well, something tells me that we’re gonna find out the answer to that as we go on through this match.

Z climbs out of the ring to pursue Nirvana, and is forced to duck a wild swing of the bat and he wraps his huge hands around his opponent’s neck. What he had in store, we’ll never know, as Nirvana manages to smash the giant right across the back of the knee with the bat, which loosens the choke pretty damn quick.

Nirvana connects with a running knee to the face of Z, knocking him backwards, with the back of his thudding into the steel ring post. Nirvana then picks up the bat again and takes a swing at Z’s head, but luckily, the big man manages to deflect the blow with his hands, although it does catch him just enough to open up a small cut right on the hairline.

JC: Looks like first blood to Nirvana here.

RW: That might be the first blood, but I seriously doubt that it’s going to be the last that we see here tonight.

JC: If Grizzly Z has his way, you may very well be right.

The big man climbs up to his feet as Nirvana is crouched down on all fours, looking under the ring for something to use. Z takes this chance to blast him with a kick straight to the solar plexus, knocking the wind out of Nirvana and giving Z a chance to get back into the contest.

Turning to the fans, Z looks to see what is on offer, and grabs a stop sign from one ringside spectator.

RW: How he managed to get that past security, I’ll never know.

JC: Who cares how he got it in here, all I care about is the fun that Z’s gonna have with it now that it’s in here.

Z throws the sign onto the floor and grabs the still-winded Nirvana, lifting him, seemingly effortlessly over his and slamming him down with a modified gorilla press slam, so that he lands back-first on the sign. Z then grabs the sign from underneath Nirvana and smashes it squarely into his face, busting the former World Champion wide open from ear-to-ear.

RW: See, I told you there would be more blood here tonight.

JC: Yeah, very clever Psychic Randy.

RW: Very funny, have you been getting humour lessons from Christian Cage again?

JC: Nah, it’s sitting next to you every week, it just rubs off.

RW: Oh, sarcasm lessons as well, huh.

JC: Shut up and call the match.

RW: If only you’d stop talking long enough, I would.

Z slides back into the ring, happy with what he has inflicted on Nirvana, and waits for his opponent to join him, using the time to get some of his breath back and wipe some the blood from his face and chest.

JC: Smart strategy from Z, he’s taking his chance to recover while his opponent is incapacitated.

Nirvana eventually does slide back into the ring, and his met with a series of stomps before he can even regain his feet. Once he does manage to stand, he retaliates with a few full-blooded shots of his own, staggering the big man briefly and then following up with a shot to the gut and a sidekick to the head.

RW: Wow, there’s almost a danger of this turning into a wrestling match.

JC: I wouldn’t hold your breath.

Before Nirvana can use his martial arts skills to any further benefit, Z retaliates with a snap suplex and follows up with a leg drop across Nirvana’s throat.

RW: Being on the wrong end of a leg drop like that must feel like having a tree dropped across your throat.

Nirvana climbs slowly to his feet, clutching his larynx as Z wades in with more shots, but Nirvana manages to give as good as he gets.

RW: This kind of action wouldn’t be out of place in a Micky Ward-Arturo Gatti fight.

The two men are brawling furiously in the ring; blood flying from both with each shot that the other throws. Nirvana drops to one knee, as if hurt by the assault, but covertly grabs a skillet which has found its way into the ring. As Z moves in for what he thinks it to be the kill, Nirvana swings the skillet as if trying to hit a home run with Z’s head. The big man crumples to the floor in a heap, with another laceration added to his collection, this one running from the side of his head, just above his ear.

RW: Holy hell, did you hear that impact?

JC: How could you not hear it? I think people outside the arena heard that impact, and this is potentially a huge advantage for Nirvana, if only he can find the strength to make it tell.

Nirvana grabs the stop sign, dented from it’s earlier contribution to the match, and lays it across Z’s head and chest before climbing slowly to the top rope, his balance compromised by the amount of blood that he’s lost.

RW: High-risk strategy from Nirvana at this stage of the game, if he hits this, it could be all over, but if he misses, he could end up paying for it for the rest of the time that this match lasts. Nirvana finally reaches the top turnbuckle, with his back facing towards the ring, and leaps off with his trademark “Sweet Rapture” moonsault, which he lands squarely, his own body slamming into the stop sign with devastating force as it crushes the air of out of Z, whose head is lying motionless in a pool of his own blood.

The crowd, for their part, have launched into a deafening chant of “Holy Sh*t, Holy Sh*t” as Nirvana rolls around on the mat, clutching at his own rib cage as he desperately tries to find it in himself to cover Z. Finally, he manages it, discarding the stop sign and falling across Z, more from exhaustion than by choice.

ONE! TWO!! THREE!!!

RW: He did it, and what a holy hell of a match it was.

JC: Phenomenal effort from both men, but it’s Nirvana who will progress in the tournament.

Nirvana rolls onto his back as his music begins to play, and with the aid of the ropes, manages to drag himself to his feet as the referee raises his arm in victory.

Casting one last look at his conquered opponent, Nirvana slides out of the ring and heads slowly up the ramp, stumbling with every step as he tries to wipe the blood from his face, but soon finding that it’s flowing faster than he can wipe it away. Grizzly Z, for his part, is still lying in the midst of the all the carnage in the ring, and is barely moving.

Winner: Nirvana

RW: What a performance from both men here tonight, but it’s Nirvana who moves through to the next round, and has to be among the favourites to win the whole thing. For tonight though, we’re all done, so for…

Randy White’s words are interrupted as the arena is suddenly plunged into complete darkness.

RW: What the hell is this now? Randy’s question is soon answered by the familiar opening beats of Kid Rock’s “Cocky”

RW: Oh for the love of God, not now.

JC: Well, I guess this is payback for that shot that Z took at him on Titans.

RW: Yeah, but it’s hardly a fair playing field, Z has just been through hell with Nirvana, and now this vulture is gonna feed on whatever’s left.

JC: You wanna be careful how you talk about our Vice President if you like that job of yours.

Before either commentator can say another word, the reigning SFT Hardcore Champion strolls into the arena with his title belt over his shoulder and a microphone in his hand.

Christian Cage: Cut the damn music!

As per Cage’s request, the music stops as Cage continues to speak while making his way down the ramp towards the ring.

Christian Cage: First up, I wanna say well done to both Nirvana and Z, that’s the kind of action that we like here on War, but I ain’t here to play nice. Now Z, you took a cheap shot at me on Titans after I beat Venom last night, did you truly expect to get away with it as long as you’re in my backyard here on Wednesday Night War?

As he says this, Cage reaches the ring and slides under the bottom rope to confront Z, who is just barely staggering to his feet after the war he has just been in.

Christian Cage: Now I don’t care whether or not you want my Hardcore Title, because rest assured, if and when you do get your shot, it’s gonna be the same story as it was tonight. You’re gonna come close, but just not close enough, just like Venom last night.

What I do care about though was that unprovoked crap you pulled on Titans, and bringing my kids into this just dragged it further over the line, so you can count this as payback.

Cage then suddenly drops the belt and the microphone and nails Z with a vicious shot to the gut before hoisting the near deadweight wrestler onto his shoulders and drilling him with the CKO.

RW: Oh come on, this is sick. If Cage were anywhere near a man, he’d do this on a level playing field, not after Z has been decimated like we’ve seen tonight.

JC: Christian Cage is far more of a man than you Randy, but if you wanna go tell him to stop, then you go right ahead, just make sure you got your medical insurance up to date first.

Climbing back to his feet, Cage grabs his title and microphone and stands over the unconscious wrestler with the belt raised high in the air.

Christian Cage: Be careful what you wish for, you just might get it…

FADEOUT….

As WAR is going off the air We see a mysterious figure dressed all in black standing at the entryway.

RW: Who is that, hes covering his face.

JC: Beats me but im sure we'll find out in time.

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