Wednesday Night War
With Phil Stevens and Steven Phillips
07/09/08
Live From The Palace - Detroit, Michigan
War opens up in some office within the Palace in Detroit, Michigan. There is somebody sitting in a chair with his back pointed at the camera. When the chair spins around we see an old and very reconizable face, that of former Owner and Hall of Famer Anthony Jesus.
Anthony Jesus: Hello SFT, did you all miss me? I know you all did. How could you not miss... ME? Of all people who have come and gone who is better than the Superior Staffer? And yes I am superior to all others before me. Many have tried to run SFT and failed. Some did well but they didn't run this place of the days of the Regulators and Superiority Complex. Those men did not head up SFT when the Sparks and Lane's and James' of the world were running rampid. But all is right within the land of SFT because Jesus has cometh again.
The fans are exstatic with the return of the Superior Staffer Anthony Jesus.
Anthony Jesus: And now that I back, first things first, and that being War here tonight. Sara Pettis versus Twilight will not be happening tonight due to Sara no showing. Sara I am very disappointed with you. You are a Pettis and this is what you decide to do? You decide to no show? Sara you are a disappointment to the name Pettis. I suggest you smarten the hell up little girl before something drastic happens. Twilight you get the 'W' for that match.
Twilight
Anthony Jesus: Next up is Havoc versus Brass Martin; Havoc has decided to up and quit so the match will also not happen and is canceled. With that being said we have Twilight here tonight and we have Brass Martin here tonight and both were expecting to wrestle. So here tonight we will have Brass Martin versus Twilight and I will be the special guest referee. Good luck boys.
Jesus has a smirk on his face and you can tell he is up to no good.
Anthony Jesus: I would also like to announce that tonight is beginning of the "Summer of War" tour here on Wednesday Nights. It starts here in Detroit at the Palace and ends September 10th in New York City at Madison Square Garden. See you all later tonight.
The scene goes inside the arena and pyro starts shooting off from every place possible. Once the pyro calms down we go to Steve and Phil ringside.
Steve: What a shocker already here tonight!! Anthony Jesus has returned to SFT and already has placed himself in the fire in the pan!
Phil: He's been gone for quite a while but now he is back and from what it sounded like to me has threatened Sara Pettis.
Steve: Jesus knows what the name Pettis means and that is greatness and Sara is not great, specially with no-shows like tonight.
Phil: Then he canceled Havoc versus Brass Martin after Havoc has apparently quit and then put Twilight in a match with Brass Martin.
Steve: Jesus is known for stirring shit up and already on his first night back after a few years has done just that here tonight.
Phil: A fresh of breath air that SFT needed. But our first match is set to go...
Sophia DuBois vs. Freedom Kid
Standard Match
The lights dim to almost complete darkness as smoke begins to build around the entrance way. The smoke almost looks pink from the spotlights as it grows and grows. “Barracuda” by Fergie hits and plays for a few moments before Sophia DuBois comes jumping through the smoke, parting the plume down the center. You lying so low in the weeds, I bet you gonna ambush me. You'd have me down down down on my knees, Now wouldn't you, barracuda? She throws her arms up and two pyrotechnics explode beside her, showering her with golden sparks. As the sparks fade, she suddenly dashes to the ring and slides in under the ropes. If the real thing don't do the trick, You better make up something quick. You gonna burn burn burn burn it to the wick, Ooooooh, barracuda? She dashes up the turnbuckle and thrusts her arms up and down to the applause of the crowd. Sophia suddenly backflips off the turnbuckle and lands in the center of the ring, her arms throw up in the air as the fans explode. She begins bouncing up and down, warming up. Her music slowly fades away and the return to normal.
From out of nowhere we see Freedom Kid come running out and doesn’t wait for the bell to ring and nails her with a double axe handle.
Phil: Ok here we go.
Steve: We know nothing of Freedom Kid, but we'll see him in action tonight.
Freedom Kid with a roundhouse kick on Sophia followed by a belly to back suplex he gets a 2 count. Freedom Kid with a flying elbow off the top rope he again nails it and tries to cover 1……….2………………..kickout by Sophia.
Freedom Kid climbs the ropes again and tries a flying headbutt but Sophia is up and catches him and uses the momentum into a small package the ref covers 1………..2…………..kickout!
Phil: A few close calls there.
Sophia now up like a banshee and nails a Hurricanaa, but again only a 2 count.
Steve: Freedom Kid is showing some resilience.
Sophia picks up Freedom Kid and shows some big time power and nails her Around the World, but doesn’t cover she sets up and nails her Twinkle-Twinkle finisher as she covers Freedom Kid and the ref counts 1………2…………….3!
Phil: Sophia wins!
Steve: But Freedom Kid put in a good showing nonetheless!
Phil: Don't forget we still have TK Money versus Dameon and in the main event for the United States Title Kyle Murphy defends against Mark Halbrook!!!
Sophia DuBois
TK Money vs. Dameon
Standard Match
Chimpo the Chimp: The follwoing match is scheduled for one-fall...
"Du Hast" by Rammistein hits the PA as the arena goes dark, moments
later a white light turns on at the top of the entrance ramp where TK
Money standing.
Chimpo the Chimp: Introducing first... TK Money!
As the beginning riffs of "Mask of Sanity" begin to ring throughout
the arena, the lights dim, blue and white strobe lights flash around
the entrance while smoke fills the whole stage. The beat picks up as
the lights turn from their original nice colors to a darker red much
like blood. Dameon bursts through the curtains with kendo stick in
hand, using the kendo stick as almost a shade he peers out into the
audience taking in all the boo's and cheer's as fuel for his match.
Dameon begins to saunter down the ramp pointing his kendo stick around
at different fans, as he reaches the halfway point of the ramp the
lights in the arena come back on. Dameon starts to make his way around
the ring, he spies a few fans holding random signs and screaming his
name, he walks over to them and grabs a couple of shoulders, pulling
himself up on the guard rail, the fans cheer, showing their
appreciation to a wrestler that acknowledges them. Dameon jumps down
from the guardrail, turns to the ring, slides in, and works his way to
the far corner, and sets his kendo stick down on the apron for safe
keeping. He then begins to loosen up his wrists while crouching in the
corner waiting for his match to begin.
Chimpo the Chimp: ...and his opponent... Dameon!
In the ring, both men are refusing to break off their stare-out, both
seemingly intent on gaining an early psychological advantage. Finally,
it's Dameon who makes the first move, slamming a thunderous right hand
onto the point of TK Money's jaw. For a second or two, TK Money seems
to stagger, but then regains his bearings and responds in kind with an
equally brutal shot of his own. For a full minute or more, the two
stars bounce punches off of each other, with neither man willing to be
knocked off of his feet. Eventually, it is Dameon who makes the first
big impact, backing up a step or two and putting all of his weight
behind one ring-shaking clothesline, which does knock the TK Money to
the ground.
Phil: I don't think I've ever seen such a brutally physical start to a
contest as we've just seen there. Let's hope it sets the tone for
what's to come.
With Money down, Dameon wastes no time in trying to build on his
advantage by dropping the point of his elbow right onto TK's sternum
three times in succession before trash talking Money as he lays on his
back. Dameon then bounces off of the ropes and tries for a massive leg
drop, but Money uses his quickness to roll out of the way just in
time, leaving Dameon to crash painfully to the mat. Again showing that
quickness, Money bounces off of the ropes himself and slams his shin
straight into Dameon's unprotected face while the giant is still in a
seated position for his landing. Money then tries for an early cover:
1.....
Kickout!
Dameon comfortably powers out of the pin attempt, and climbs back to
his feet at the same instant as Money does, allowing the two men to
resume their fist-fight from earlier on. This time, though it is Money
who comes out on top, staggering Dameon enough to be able to Irish
Whip him and then hoist him up in a Gorilla Press on the rebound.
Money, however, holds Dameon in the air for just a little too long,
allowing Dameon to shift his weight and send his entire body crashing
down onto TK Money's chest, knocking the wind clean out of him and
allowing Dameon to make a cover of his own:
1.....
2.....
Kickout!
Money rolls his shoulder off the mat at two, and glares at his rival
as he climbs back to his feet, although Dameon seems to be a step
ahead and charges at Money with a spear which knocks the TK Money back
into a corner 'The Beast' gets the chance to nail him with a vicious
flurry of kicks and punches to both head and body, followed by a
bulldog out of the corner which leaves Money flat on his face.
Steve: Looks like Dameon has grabbed a firm hold of the early
advantage here, let's see if he can maintain it as the match
progresses.
Phil: Not if TK Money has anything to say about it, and knowing TK
Money... he has a LOT to say!
For now though, Dameon is doing all that he can to keep hold of his
advantage, and to his end he once again drops his elbow on TK, this
tine right to the base of the spine, and then to the back of the neck.
Dameon then pulls TK to his feet and smashes him in the face with a
forearm before trying for a spinning neckbreaker, which connects and
leaves Money flat on his back, and gives Dameon the chance to try for
another cover.
1.....
2.....
Kickout!
Once again, Money escapes the pin attempt, and this time is quicker to
his feet than Dameon, giving him the chance to reclaim the advantage,
which he tries to do by backing Dameon into a corner and unloading
with some heavy shots of his own. Dameon, though, manages to block a
fair proportion of the shots and fires back with some heavy artillery
of his own, which staggers the former US Champion, and gives Dameon
the chance to try for another swinging neckbreaker. TK, however, still
has enough about him to block the move and then power out of the front
face lock before dropping Dameon to the mat with a vicious DDT, which
he follows in turn with an elbow drop of his own right to the solar
plexus. Money then pulls Dameon up by the hair and lifts him onto his
shoulder in position for a DVD, which he manages to execute perfectly
before going for another cover:
1.....
2.....
Kickout!
Even though Dameon manages to roll his shoulder off of the mat, Money
still seems to be in control, and once again drags Dameon up to his
feet before nailingn him with an Impact DDT. Dameon falls to the mat
like a tree being felled by a lumberjack as Money once again covers
him:
1.....
2.....
Kickout!
Steve: How in the hell did he kick out of that?!
Phil: God knows! It looked for all the world like TK Money had this
match won, but somehow Dameon had enough left to keep himself in the
match.
Money climbs to his feet, unable to believe that Dameon managed to
kick out of the devastating move, and waits for his rival to also
regain a vertical base.
Steve: Dameon may have managed to kick out there, but I have a feeling
that it took away pretty much all that he had left to be able to do
so.
Phil: That's right, and now me may find himself as pretty easy fodder
for whatever follow-up TK Money might have in mind. Could it be time
for 'Devil's Dues'?
Dameon finally gets back to his feet and turns back to face TK Money,
who grabs his challenger by the throat and tries to lift him for a
chokeslam. Dameon, however, has other ideas and is able to use his
weight advantage to prevent TK from lifting him off of the ground.
Dameon battles to free himself from TK's grip with a series of shots
to the midsection, but finally it is a vicious low kick on the
blindside of the referee which does the trick. Sensing a chance to
turn the tide, Dameon wraps his own hand around TK's throat and
manages to lift him into chokeslam position, which he then incredibly
manages to shift in mid move to nail the Gallow's end!.
Steve: My God, that's the move that Dameon calls "Gallow's End" and he
just landed it to absolute perfection on TK Money!!
Phil: Question is, does he have enough left to make his advantage pay?
The initial response to Phil's question seems to be 'no' as the
execution of his trademark manoeuvre seems to have taken everything
out of the challenger, who drops to his knees and tries to force some
air back into his lungs before crawling over to the prone TK Money and
making the cover:
1.....
2.....
3!!
Phil: It's over! Dameon beats TK Money!
Steve: What a match!
Dameon
As Dameon gets to his feet after the battle he has just been through. T.K. Money hasn't budged since the final bell rang, Dameon realizing this gets that same wicked smile across his face. Leaving the ring a moment later, he lifts up the apron and pulls out what looks to be a hardware store hand held stapler, the crowd has a silence run over them for a second, followed by a loud cheer at the thoughts of what "The Beast" might be doing.
T.K. Money has begun to get to his feet using the turnbuckle, as support, Dameon is now in the ring and almost stalking his prey, The Beast turns around hearing someone hit the ring, only to see of all people Johnathon Templeton in mid swing with a steel chair. The chair unfolds with the force of the swing connecting with the skull of Dameon.
Phil: HOLY SH*T!!! Johnathon Templeton with a save.
Steve: Dameon, didn't move...
The Beast had not budged, Johnathon Templeton had not delivered a vicious enough chair shot, it all but stuns Dameon for a few second. While Dameon tries to regain his balance and coordination JT makes his way over to T.K. assisting him out of the ring.
Phil: Dameon may not have moved from the chair but he still really isn't moving, he looks like he is getting a little color back in his eyes though.
Steve: Blood Money needs to get the hell out of their, that is one big mean monster.
As Blood Money rounds the corner of the ring trying to make it to the ramp way, Dameon regains his focus, balance, and coordination. Realizing what has happened he locates Blood Money, gets them in his sights and charges at them with steel chair wrapped around his neck and stapler still in hand, leaping over the top rope at T.K. and JT, Dameon pulls what almost resembles a front flip but because of the extra weight of chair and still being a touched dazed he pulls it almost fully over. Crashing down upon both stars with all two-hundred and sixty five pounds of falling Beast.
Phil: WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT?!?!?!
Steve: I'm guessing he has some anger issues...?
Dameon after a couple of seconds pulls himself using the guardrail up to his feet looking down at the half crippled bodies of Blood Money he bends to a knee and gives them each an "X" in two staples directly in the middle of their foreheads. Standing back up, still exhausted leaning on the guardrail the fans are going insane, some with boo's most with cheers, loving the decimation of two of the three members of Blood Money.
Steve: I don't think this is gonna be over anytime soon between Blood Money and "The Beast" Dameon.
Phil: Not with evil tactics like this it's not.
Dameon then makes his way up towards the ramp with steel chair still drapped, mangled, around his neck, he then turns around pulling the chair off of his neck and tosses it on downed bleeding Johnathon Templeton and T.K. Money. "Mask of Sanity" begins to blare throughout the arena as Dameon makes his way up the ramp way, slowly but still with that same wicked grin.
Phil: Up next is Twilight versus Brass Martin in a match that the returning Anthony Jesus made here tonight as well as the United States Title.
Twilight vs. Brass Martin
Standard Match with Special Guest Referee Superior Staffer Anthony Jesus
Steve: Earlier tonight former Owner Anthony Jesus returned to SFT and changed the card due to no shows.
Phil: So Jesus made this next match between Twilight and Brass Martin.
Steve: Not to mention he made himself special guest referee.
The lights fade out and pyro shoots from the Striketron. A single white spotlight shines down on the top of the ramp and a fog fills the rampway. A club beat plays soft and slow. Its gets stronger and louder every second. And with a loud blast of pyro "Return of the Mack" by Mark Morrison begins to play from the PA system and throughout the arena just as Anthony Jesus steps into the spotlight. Anthony Jesus makes his way down the ramp with the white spotlight remaining on him and it looks as if he is floating down to the ring. Anthony Jesus is lifted by wires you can barely see and lands in the center of the ring. The lights come on... "Return of the Mack" by Mark Morrison fades off... Anthony Jesus stands in the middle of the ring taking in all the loud deafening cheers from the huge ass crowd.
Steve: Everyone loves Jesus.
Phil: For good reason too. He is a known innovator and has always done special things.
“Basketcase” by Green Day begins to play and Twilight steps through the curtain and makes his way down to the ring slowly. Twilight slides in the ring and sits in the corner waiting for Brass Martin.
"Awaken" by Disturbed hits on the PA System and Brass Martin's highlights hit on the screen then the lights go off. Pyros hit on the stage and mixed colors or red, green, and purple hit the stage and light up the arena. Brass Martin appears on the runway with the World Title around his waist. He walks down the runway shaking hands with fans and as he gets halfway down the runway runs and slides into the ring. Brass Martin gets up and jumps up on the turnbuckles. The crowd cheers!
Steve: Both men look ready to do battle.
Phil: If there World Title match is any indicator this should be good.
Anthony Jesus calls for the bell.
DING DING DING
Twilight and Brass stare at each other, Twilight still sitting in the corner. Brass is yelling at Twilight to get up but he doesn’t even seem to care. Anthony Jesus walks over to Twilight and you can hear him.
Anthony Jesus: Twilight, you going to get up and wrestle? Come on, let’s go!
Twilight doesn’t bother listening to Anthony Jesus.
Anthony Jesus: You going to ignore me, Twilight? Do you know who I am? I am the Superior Staffer Anthony Jesus and as of this afternoon I am your boss. So you can either get up and wrestle Brass or you can walk to the back and collect your last check!! Get up and let’s go!
Steve: He better get up if he don’t want to find himself in the unemployment line.
Phil: Jesus has fired many people in his past and if Twilight was smart like we all know he is he would get up.
Twilight, much like anybody, doesn’t want to lose his means of living so he stands up and charges at Brass with a clothesline. Brass ducks the clothesline and when Twilight turns around Brass catches him with a boot to the face, sending Twilight into the corner. Brass puts some fists in Twilight’s gut before whipping him across the ring. Twilight hits the turnbuckles as Brass comes charging in at Twilight but Twilight moves out the way and Brass crashes into the turnbuckles chest first. Twilight spins Brass around and lays in some punches. Twilight snap mares Brass out of the corner and kicks him in the back.
Steve: That kick look like it hurt.
Phil: These two have no love lost for each other and now that Brass is part of Elite Domination these two could be battling a lot.
Twilight brings Brass to his feet and goes for Russian leg sweep but Brass spins around to Twilight’s back and shoves him toward the ropes. Twilight turns around to receive a Brass Martin superkick that sends Twilight out of the ring. Brass follows him in suit and they begin to brawl on the floor.
Steve: Here we go with the fist-a-cuffs.
Phil: Jesus has begun his ten count and he’s going fast.
Jesus is at 3 already and continues his fast count.
Anthony Jesus: 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10
Jesus calls for the bell.
DING DING DING
Steve: He counted extremely fast!!
Phil: That count was faster than Al Bundy in the sack.
The ring announcer is talking to Anthony Jesus as Brass and Twilight are still fighting.
Ring Announcer: Special guest referee Anthony Jesus has counted both Twilight and Brass Martin out. This match is a double countout!
Brass and Twilight stop fighting and look in the ring at Jesus. He has a smirk on his face and hastily exits the ring. Brass rolls in the ring and Twilight remains on the floor.
Steve: Neither man understands what just happen.
Phil: I’ll tell you what just happen, Jesus flexed his power by counting out two of SFT’s top stars.
Steve: Jesus has been back one night and already is up to his old tricks.
Double Countout
Phillip Stevens: “What a great match that was. I was wondering, Steven, have you heard the rumors going around the back stage here tonight about SFT Divas competition?”
Steven Phillips: “NO! What are the rumors about them?”
Phillip Stevens: “I do not know but I know that some are going around lately of improving the company status.
Steven Phillips: “Oh! I just thought you were going to tell me the rumors about it.”
Phillip Stevens: “How can I tell you what I do not know?”
Steven Phillips: “Well you can’t but I thought you did know what they were.”
Phillip Stevens: "I do not."
Steven Phillips: "You brought it up."
Phillip Stevens: "Just forget it. Anyway, Steven, you know that match wa..."
Suddenly the lights in the arena go off; they stay off for about few seconds as the crowded are talking amongst themselves wondering what is going on. Then just as the crowds start to get restless a deep voice comes over the PA system and addresses the crowd.
Voice: “He is back!”
Phillip Stevens: “Huh? What’s in the hell?”
Steven Phillips: “I have no idea what it mean but why are the lights still off?”
Then all of a sudden huge blue and white pyrotechnics shoot up into the air and fill the arena with light. The pyrotechnics go on for about a few more seconds and then they die down and then there is a loud bang which makes the sold-out crowds scream in shock and then Never Back Down blasts over the PA system and the crowds jump to their feet and look towards the ramp.
Steven Phillips: “No! It can’t be! No!”
Then a huge pyrotechnic wall comes on and the crowed are getting really excited. Then they cheer like they have never cheered before in their lives as they see a vibrant known as The Guyver walk out through the pyrotechnics and jump into the air as electrify pyrotechnic spread to the center of the top ramp. Guyver stands at the top of the ramp and he stands there and soaks up the huge ovation he is getting from crowds.
Phillip Stevens: “My god it is him, it is THE GUYVER.”
He then walks slowly and then stops at the top of the ramp doing a hand gesture to all the fans as they were in awe of shock, Guyver then smiles and then continues to walk down the ramp and taking his time on the way down, he then stops as the arena gets louder chanting his return before walking on, he then climbs the steps and walks along the apron and then climbs the turnbuckle lifting up both arms once again, he then lowers his arms and looks up at the lights with big bold T.G on center of ring, he then looks around the arena while still on the turnbuckle, he then jumps off and climbs threw the ropes and heads for the furthest turnbuckle, he then climbs onto that and does his raise hand as the fans continue to cheer loudly, he then does the same for the other three turnbuckles on the last one he jumps off and walks to the side of the ring and leans threw the ropes to grab a microphone that’s handed by the ring announcer, he then starts to walk around the ring as the fans continue to cheer him.
The Guyver: “I am BACK! I have been away for three long years! And it feels damn good to be back in the ring in front of you all. I gather you all know why I have returned after three long years. All I got to say is I feel like kicking asses again, yeah that’s right am back and better than ever, I am now tougher than ever before, I have ways to deal with anything in the ring but I have improved and stepping up a level. I am looking forward to beating the living shit outta of them back there."
Crowds cheers loudly with approver.
Phillips Steven: “Wow! I cannot believe he is here.”
Steven Phillips: “Neither can the sold-out crowds here in Detroit, they are cheering so loud I think they have damaged my hearing tonight. I can hardly hear you."
Phillip Stevens: “WHAT!”
Steven Phillips- “Phillip, don’t be an ass and you know what I mean.”
Phillip Stevens: "Shut up, Steven!"
The Guyver: “Now I will bring it to an even greater reach each fight I come up against anyone in the ring. I will make new improvement in myself because I beleive in myself that I can get the job done. Yes, you heard me, this time I have found a simple excellent solution and that’s to lay out all my solution in the ring in front of my opponent. I will not say it in front of you all because it like giving way big hints to my opponent. I will however tell you this that I bring you awesome matches you haven't seen in three years in coming weeks but I will start my return in the match next week WAR. I am ready to fired up on next week WAR.”
Crowds cheers.
Steven Phillps: “Blah. Another reason why I hate this guy is because he is so full of himself!”
Phillip Stevens: “Nothing like you at all, Steven...”
Steven Phillips: “What was that Phillip? What did you say?”
Phillip Stevens: (Chuckle.) “Oh, nothing, nothing at all.”
Steven Phillips: “Good! I wouldn't want you making fun of me, because you'd be wasting your time, Phillip.“
Phillip Stevens: “Whatever. Now seems Guyver is going to turn over a new leaf and use whatever he has up his sleeves to his advantage to reach the top like he said recently. I am looking forward to it but I cannot wait to see what he got to proved to everyone.”
Guyver drops the microphone and rolls out of the ring while Never Back Down blasts over the PA system. He walks up the ramp and out the arena while the crowds chant his name.
Steven Phillips: “I will believe it when I see it if he can really reach the top of the ladder. And I do not think he can back them up! I mean, Guyver supposed to be the best of the best, right? Surely the best of the best would be out there every single night, title on the line, defend, title on the line defend, and so forth. You know, he might disappeared again, and certainly I will not beleive Guyver can back his word up on that!”
Phillip Stevens: "Face it Steven, Guyver is a legend, a winner, all the fans care is seeing The Guyver kicking ass and taking names. The fans still waiting a chance to see The Guyver hold the SFT World Championship title. Time will tell. Now I'm sure because this won't be lasting much longer stinking up the SFT Division like yourself, Steven. Everybody is hungery for a fight and blood each week, and the Guyver is ready...and you think Guyver supposed to be the best of the best, Steven? He isn't the best of the best but he came here and said his peace."
Steven Phillips: "Well, it's easy enough to understand that, Phillip. Nobody in this company like Guyver at all, not a single wrestlers back stage like his ass, obviously, nobody really cares, and every single word Guyver say is either blatant, or lies. He ignorant bastard...when will he learn? Didn't he already learn...Guyver is Worthless! Why don't the idiot stop wasting his gibberish waste of breath of his and begone and use it for something usefull, like sustaining his abilitiy to carry on with his pathetic meaningless lives he has, and people tell him to piss off. I feel better about that. Then he can spend the rest of his misterable days outside the ring. In other words, Guyver is stuipd, dumb, his english suck ass, and his silly outfit he wears every week is total turned off."
Phillip Stevens: "SHUT THE HELL UP! Steven, if you forgotten, he been getting that for years by opponents he faced since he entered SFT. He doesn't care and just made him stronger and tougher. You may say what you want. I think not! Why bother wasting your energy when Guyver can come back down here and beat the hell out of you, and out-wrestling you, when he could just knock you down a couple of pegs and send your ass to your grave for insults. Maybe he knock you down to the hositpal to give you a second chance, after all, that is where you belong if you do not be careful with your words."
Steven Phillips: "Shut up! I know my words can be true and some people inclined to agreed with me. He going up against the big dogs now, no longer facing jobbers like a few we seen lately. He up against toughest, and baddest wrestlers the SFT, he going up against certain opponents he never faced before. He will meet opponents in the ring he never face before, to prove himself that he a better wrestler than any of his opponent is at, to prove that he do not deserve any titles or he should walk away."
Phillip Stevens: "You can be too tense, Steven. When it comes down to it, how will they decide? Because it was proven and he handled opponents he faced without breaking a sweat, but if it does come down to any match... they not only have to worry about him, which is a huge task in itself.. but they have to think about whether they can overcome their fears and win against the big man himself! Surely the Guyver has the mind capacity to deal with a problem that immense! He is stepping up to a whole new level to earn titles match up."
Steven Phillip laugh.
Phillip Stevens: "Steven, dont laugh because this is not a joke. He will prove you wrong! He can do as much damage, if not more damage...without using any weapons but his wrestling skills! Guyver will be going in a match against biggiest or smallest opponent yet, not in size...but many wrestlers with different wrestling class style in SFT! He will make sure that nobody understimate The Guyver ever again! To prove himself he have to go through every wrestlers, every champion and beat them down like he always does but he made improvement we have not seen yet. And you know what Steven? And as long as his opponent hold titles, he have something he want. But Steven, don't worry. He probably a long way off. He intend to take his body to a whole new realms of pain and fights. I want you to think how lucky you are to be here because he will not rest until he actieved his accomplishment. He is what some people obiously understimate! He have only tapped his potential, he can only go up from where he is now! He have the physique, the talent, the strenght, and his amazing abilties to win in any match. He promosie you all that here tonight when he step in the ring and announced his return. He might come victorious! He will make his opponent scream, and beg for mercy. The true meaning of agony will come crashing down upon his opponent, smothering hope and joy and leaving their opponent alone to rot in the mire of their own destruction. Just what the Guyver does. The pain his opponent will feel in the ring will be so immense that words alone will ont be able to describe but action he brings. His opponent screams of agony will be so terrible that his opponents will gnash their teeth and women and children in arena will run from the building, screaming in terror from what they have seen and heard! The Guyver is not the man to be screwing with. I am not kidding at all."
Steven Phillip: "What a bunch of bullshit, you are pathetic, Phillip! You think he so great but he pitful pointless wrestler without being complete fool of himself. He just got a cocky attitude. That is all."
Phillip Stevens: "You are jealous, Steven. Guyver having a cocky attitude will get you in trouble in this business but with the way Guyver said is also a good way to get noticed of his return and thats exactly what he is doing, getting noticed of his return and more."
Steven Phillip: " I ain't jealous. Fined, to make a long story short, Phillip, he an return competitor and merely came out here to deleiver a return message but maybe or maybe not the best way to make his return apperance in SFT the ring but this will take on a new meaning for the Guyver in each event. He will come against unknown task in front of him. For him, that ring will become nothing but a place of terrifying memories and inexorable pain for all wrestlers he may face in this business. That ring...will become The Guyver own worse nightmare. I will say only this, he sure did make some form of impact tonight to fired this up tonight."
Phillip Stevens: "Yes, tonight he got the crowds fired up, it will become a terrifying memories and inexorable pain for not just the Guyver but to all SFT wrestlers as well each week. You actually said something that I agreed on with but we'll see in coming week and next week War for his match return. Tune in to see this and a whole lot more at next week War. I am so damn happy to see The Guyver back."
Steven Phillips: "I am not. I am disappointed in seeing him come back."
Phillip Stevens: "He back, so deal with it, Steven! Now to our main-event of the night we are all waiting for.”
Mark Halbrook vs. Kyle Murphy
Standard Match - United States Title
Baba O'Riley broadcasts across the arena, and three Gold Pyrotechnics go off as Halbrook walks down the stage with his right hand raised as in victory. Halbrook closes his eyes as he walks to the ring, he slides under the ropes and gets into a wrestling stance.
Steve: Main event time has arrived and this is for the United States Title.
Phil: Halbrook wants the title and if he can get a victory over Kyle Murphy he will have earned it.
"Enter Sandman" by Metallica hits the loudspeakers and green and gold pyro erupt at the stage area. Kyle Murphy walks with the United States Championship around his waist. He walks confidently down the aisle, completely focused on the ring. At ringside Kyle leaps to the top of the steps, then walks to the middle of the apron before stepping into the ring. Taking the title belt from around his waist, he goes to the far corner and steps up onto the second rope. He proudly holds the US Championship over his head in both hands. The crowd continues to roar, and Murphy steps down off the second rope. He holds up the US Championship one more time, then hands it to the referee and gets ready to compete.
Steve: In Cancun at Paradise Lost Kyle Murphy defeated Big T for the vacant United States title and this is his first title defense.
Phil: Mark Halbrook has shown a lot of improvement over the past month. He could give Murphy a run for the US belt.
Both men are ready and ref calls for the bell.
DING DING DING
Mark and Kyle begin to circle around the ring and then lock up in the center. Mark pulls off an arm drag.
Steve: Looks like he caught Kyle off guard with that arm drag.
Phil: I think Kyle just realized this isn’t going to be a walk-thru.
Mark and Kyle circle around the ring and lock up again. This time Kyle catches Mark with an arm drag.
Steve: One good move deserves another.
Phil: Who doesn’t love one upmanship?
Mark and Kyle lock up once again and Mark puts a hammer lock on Kyle. Kyle reverses the hammer lock and puts one of his own on Mark. Mark begins to walk around and then moves faster and then with a quick duck he slams Kyle into the turnbuckles shoulder first. Mark then gives Kyle a couple of forearm shots to the face. Mark whips Kyle across the ring but Kyle reverses, sending Mark into the corner. Kyle runs in and gets a boot from Mark. Kyle has his back to Mark so Mark grabs Kyle’s head and drives him down with a bulldog.
Steve: Mark with a cover, 1, 2
Phil: NOOOOO!!! Kyle kicked out!
Mark brings Kyle to his feet and hits him with forearm shots. Mark whips Kyle against the ropes and hits a samoan drop on Kyle. Mark drops a leg across the throat of Kyle and goes for the pin.
Steve: 1.. 2.. NO!
Phil: Kyle is the standard of SFT and he shows it every match.
Mark stands up and brings Kyle to his feet. Mark goes behind Kyle and jumps up on his shoulders. Mark spins around and goes for a hurricanrana but Kyle reveres and hits a t-bone suplex on Mark. Kyle goes for a cover.
Steve: 1.. 2.. Almost the three count!
Phil: Mark Halbrook wants championship glory.
Kyle picks Mark up and hits a couple of open handed shots to the face, rocking Mark back against the ropes. Kyle picks Mark up and drops him throat first across the top rope. Mark squirms around holding his neck. Kyle stays on Mark, picking him up and hitting a double underhook suplex.
Phil: Kyle with the cover.
Steve: 1.. 2.. ThrNOOOOO!!!
Phil: That was extremely close for the former Xtreme Championship Wrestling World Champion.
Kyle stands up and waits for Mark to get up. Mark does get up and Kyle goes for a spear but Mark leapfrogs him. Mark turns around and Kyle hits a running STO take down. Kyle looks like he’s going to go for a cover but decides to climb to the top rope. Kyle gets up there slowly, sets himself, and then jumps off. Mark rolls out of the way and Kyle crashes on the mat. Mark gets up and Kyle slowly. Mark jumps up and hits a hurricanrana on Kyle. Kyle is up pretty quickly and Mark is waiting for him.
Phil: Mark looks ready to win the US Title.
Mark Halbrook grabs Kyle Murphy and goes for the Victory Slam but Kyle manages to get out of it and with some spins by both men and out of nowhere Kyle hits No Maker’s Mark on Mark Halbrook and goes for the cover, hooking a leg.
Steve: 1… 2… 3!!! Its over!!
Phil: Kyle Murphy has retained the United States title!
Kyle Murphy
Kyle Murphy is standing in the ring clutching his title tight to his chest, while Mark Halbrook is layed out still in the center of the ring.
Phil: And there we have it folks, your winner and still United States Champion, Kyle Murphy...
Steve: Great showing by both men, really it was, but I expected a little more out of Mark Halbrook in the end though.
Just as Kyle Murphy begins to step out of the ring the crowd begins to what seems to have become a familiar part like the red sea, and over the guardrail comes none other than "The Beast" himself Dameon, with chair in hand, right as Dameon's feet hit the mat outside the ring, Kyle Murphy's feet hit Dameon, almost a glancing blow off of Dameon's shoulder, landing awkward causing all the wind to be knocked out of the US Champ. Dameon then lays a few boots into the side of Kyle Murphy.
Phil: This is starting to become some sort of trend.
Steve: But is he just going to attack one man, or both this week, he left Sara Pettis alone just to go after Mark Halbrook at Slaughter.
Phil: True, true.
Mark Halbrook has managed to make his way out of the ring and got the United States Title in hand as he begins to make his way towards the ramp, stopping and noticing Dameon though, remembering what Dameon had done to him, Halbrook attacks swinging the belt like a mad man at Dameon, Dameon ducks, spins a 180, and as Halbrook spins around connects with a vicious clothesline that cause both wrestler to hit the ground. Dameon catching his breath after a moment rises to his feet picking the United States Belt up in his right hand and tossing it over the top rope into the ring, he then picks up the gasping for air Kyle Murphy and rolls him under the bottom rope, then proceeds to slide in after him.
Phil: I don't think he really wanted to hurt Halbrook tonight, he just wants Murphy.
Dameon delivers a few more boots to the side of the head of Kyle Murphy, before picking him up high above his head and giving Kyle Murphy a vicious Krosstika into the turnbuckles, leaving Murphy's body a mass, of lumped human flesh in the corner of the ring. Dameon then picks up the United States Belt again, walks over to Kyle Murphy and tosses the belt against him.
Dameon: DO SOMETHIN ABOUT IT CHAMP!!!
Steve: Message clearly delivered...
Phil: I think Kyle Murphy might have to be retold in the locker room.
Dameon then makes his way out of the ring, and back through the crowd to wherever he may have been heading.
Phil: That dudes nuts...
Steve: What a night we have had here on War!
Phil: The return of Jesus and Guyver, Dameon kicking a whole lot of ass and now it's over.
Steve: I wish we could go on and on but oh well.
Phil: I'm Phil, he's Steve, see you next week...
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