Strike Fantasy Towers
Wednesday Night War™
With JC and RW
06/04/08
Wednesday Night 10:00pm Live From Seattle, WA

JC: Welcome everyone to yet another explosive Wednesday Night War!!!!

RW: Yes, what a night we have for you at that…..

Randy is cut off mid sentence as the lights in the arena cut off. Green and Red spotlights begin to race around the arena as “Pain Inside” By Adema plays softly through the speakers.

JC: What in the hell is going on here??

RW: I’m not to sure…

Just as Randy’s voice trails off the Strike-Tron shows a phrase…

The Accountant walks to the ring carrying a silver briefcase and wearing spectacles. The Accountant enters the ring via the middle rope and then he sets the briefcase down under one of the corner turnbuckles, pops it open, places his glasses in it, closes it, and prepares for his opponent to enter the ring. If the opponent is in the ring he gives him a nasty smirk and readies for battle.

JC: The Accountant has had a tough time adjusting to SFT lately. Lets see how he can do this week.

The arena goes dark, moments later a white light turns on at the top of the entrance ramp TK is standing holding his Intercontinental Championship on his shoulder. He walks down the ring and climbs the steps into the ring. He hands the title to the ref and waits for the bell to ring.

RW: Now this is going to be an interesting match.

Ding, ding, ding…

The match begins and TK and Accountant lock up in the middle of the ring. TK knees The Accountant in the gut and throws him to the rope and as he comes back attempts a clothesline, but The Accountant ducks and instead counters with a inverted ddt. Down goes TK hard to the canvas. The Accountant picks him up and irish whips him into a corner goes running at him, dives, but instead of hitting TK hits the turnbuckle hard. TK gets the advantage and gives him a few chops to the chest. Then irish whips him into the opposite corner.

JC: It looks like The Accountant is already tired.

RW: Don’t say that!

The Accountant runs toward TK and TK runs toward The Accountant and both deliver a double clothesline to each other. They are both down and the ref begins to count.

1… 2… 3… 4…

TK breaks the count and gets up to his knees as does The Accountant moments later. TK elbows The Accountant on the back and picks him up to his feet. Then delivers a huge uppercut. Down goes The Accountant. The Accountant gets up to a sitting position then from nowhere TK delivers a missle dropkick to the back of the head.

JC: That must have hurt.

RW: Talk about whiplash!

Just then Jonathan Templeton runs down to the ring holding a chair. TK and The Accountant don’t notice him. TK picks up The Accountant. TK is about to do his finisher when Jonathan Templeton swings the chair, but TK dodges it at the last second and instead busts open The Accountant. TK knees Jonathan Templeton and throws him out of the ring and pins the Accounant.

1… 2… 3…!

Winner: TK Money

RW: Wow its over! All thanks to Jonathan Templeton!

Evolution by Korn hits as Rayn comes down to a mixture of boos and cheers,some holding up signs saying “Is it Rayning yet?” and some say “Let it Rayn!” The Lights go down as green strobes go off at the entrance. Three green spotlights start scanning the crowd as Rayn steps through the curtain and onto the entrence ramp. He smirks, stopping at the top of the ramp as he raises his arms into the air as sparks rain down behind him from the top of the stage. He smirks as he walks down towards the ring yelling out at the crowd. Half way down he runs, sliding into the ring under the bottom rope and heads to the nearest corner. He stands up on the second turnbuckle as he raises his arms up above his head again, with an arrogant smirk on his face. He hops off the turnbuckle and takes his trench coat off and tosses it over the top rope.

RW: this match will not let us down.

Basketcase by Greenday hits as Twilight slowly walks to the ring and sits in his corner.

JC: You know what I love about Twilight, even though hes the world champion and Blood Money are on top of the world, he hasn’t let any of that change who and how he is. Its like he doesn’t even acknowledge hes the top dog right now.

The bell rings and Twilight is up and initiates a lock up with Rayn. Kalis powers the champ back into the corner. The referee forces a break of the tie up, and Rayn throws a punch at Twilight. Twilight ducks and hits an arm drag. Rayn pops right back up, only to get hit by a clothesline from Twilight. Twilight then goes to pull Rayn to his feet, but Rayn catches him with a jawbreaker. Kalis follows that up with a reverse neckbreaker. He tries to go for a cover, but Twilight grabs him by the head and rolls him over in a sort of small package. Rayn rolls out at two.

Both men get back to their feet and Twilight goes for a clothesline. Rayn ducks under the attempt, and when Twilight turns around he catches him with a spinning spinebuster. He applies a Texas cloverleaf, and sinks it in. Twilight drags himself to the ropes and grabs the bottom rope. Rayn keeps the hold locked in for the referee's four count before breaking. Twilight uses the ropes to pull himself to his feet, but walks into a T-bone suplex from Rayn. Rayn begins to measure Twilight for The Impact as Twilight is down. When Twilight staggers up and turns around, Rayn goes for the spear. Twilight sidesteps, causing Rayn to run himself shoulder first into the steel ringpost. Twilight takes advantage by standing Rayn up in the corner and climbing to the second rope. He begins raining down right hands to the head of Rayn. 1... 2... 3... 4... 5... 6... 7... 8... 9..... 10!

Twilight steps down off the second rope and lets Rayn stagger out of the corner. Quickly Twilight steps behind Rayn and drops him down with the DARKEST LIGHTS! Both men lay motionless for a moment, until finally Twilight drapes an arm across Rayn's chest. 1... 2... Rayn kicks out. Rayn struggles to his feet as Twilight, still somewhat worse for wear, is trying to push himself up. When Twilight gets to his feet, Rayn tries for his old Rayn Drop finisher. Twilight pushes Rayn to the ropes, and puts him down with a clothesline on the return. Rayn gets back up, and Twilight tries for another clothesline. Rayn ducks and hits The Acid Drop out of nowhere. Both men are down again, and the ref begins to count 1………2………..3…………4………Rayn is up as Twilight is getting up he gets met by a Death Valley Driver as Rayn covers the champ 1…………2………..kickout!

We see people come out to the rampways, on one side we see Annika and Brass looking on with interest, on the other side we see JT, Kyle and Mike Zybala all also starting.

RW: Lots of interest in this one match.

We se TK start to make his way down to the ring slowly behind where Rayn cant see him. Rayn is climbing the ropes.

JC: Daniel is going to try his Rayn Fall.

RW: And if he hits it that might be it right there!

Rayn flies off and nails it perfectly, as hes about to cover Twilight we see TK sprint towards the ring but so does Brass Martin and Johnathan Templeton. The ref counts 1……….right before two TK gets in there pulls Rayn off and nails him with a boot to the face. Rayn fights back and almost has TK out of the ring when JT gets in and nails Rayn with a double ax handle!

RW: What the hell!?

JT and TK double team Rayn to the floor, the ref calls for the bell. TK and JT help Twilight to his feet and all three stand there with arms in the air smiling, TK pulls out a 50 dollar bill and wipes the little blood on Rayn with it and hands it to JT who happily accepts it.

Winner: Rayn

JC: Oh my god, JT has been taken under the wings of the most dominant force in SFT right now, JT is now part of Blood Money!

Brass Martin slides into the ring and drop kicks Twilight into the turnbuckle as TK and JT go after Brass but Brass is out of the ring quickly as we see Saint Jude, Kyle Murphy, Annika, and Mike Zybala all on the outside waiting to see Blood Money will follow, they do not, and War comes to an end with a stand off between Blood Money and the contenders on the outside.

RW: What a show! Good night folks!

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