We cut backstage where we see Rayn standing next to one of the many interview staff that SFT has in their employment. Rayn has an aggitated look on his face, causing the interviewer to actually seem a little nervous once the camera zooms out to show him standing in the frame. The crowd starts to boo as Rayn stands there, turning his head to the right, listening to the crowd show their appreciation to the former champion.
Interviewer: Well, we're backstage with Rayn, and Rayn, apparently there's something you'd like to get off your chest?
Rayn slowly turns his head from the right to his left, looking at the interviewer. He reaches out and grabs the mic, pulling it from the man's grasp before placing his other hand on the man's face and pushing him to the ground. The man looks up at Rayn, looking like he was going to get up and do something. Rayn quickly takes a couple steps, standing over the man, who remains on the ground. Rayn backs off as the man get's up and heads down the hall way, leaving the cameras and mic with Rayn.
Rayn: Once again, the world over looks it's brightest star. Once again, I'm out here speaking on something that I thought I had rid myself of. It's been years, since I've had to remind people, of what I've done and where I've been. While everyone here in SFT was beating each other retarded, I was out sacrificing my well being to entertain each and every worthless piece of monkey crap that spent their hard earned food stamps to come see me.
He pauses for a moment, rubbing his goatee before looking off to the right off camera. He turns his head back to the camera before continuing.
Rayn: See, for years, I've been told that I was nothing. That I was trying to be something that I'd never have a rat's ass hope of accomplishing, becoming a world champion. I've climbed the mountain, over six times. I've been world champion in damn near every company I've been a part of. Yet, here we are, about to induct SFT and RWA stars into their respective Hall of Fames... Yet I don't see my name on the list. Once again, just like in the beginning of my career, I am over looked... Well, it ends here. IT ENDS TONIGHT!
Rayn pauses again, breathing heavily as his anger is clearly visible on his face.
Rayn: I look at the list, and while I honestly didn't expect to be on the SFT side, I realized that I had done a lot in my time in RWA. When I heard that they were going to induct some old RWA stars into the Hall of Fame, the first thought in my mind, was that I was going to be on the list. Instead, I see Seth Thomas, a one time RWA Universal champion. I see Megan The Monster, also known as Megan Helms-King, a senior staff member that never made it to the world title scene there, and I see Christian Cage, the last Undisputed RWA champion. While others may see that as being a respectable list, that list couldn't even wipe my ass...
The crowd listening boo's even louder now, but Rayn doesn't pay them any attention and continues on.
Rayn: On Breakdown, I beat the hell out of 'Megan The Monster'. I put her down, made her tap, and reminded her why I should be part of the hall of fame. Now I have to remind the rest of you. I was a two time world champion in RWA. I was the FIRST Undisputed RWA champion. If it wasn't for me, guys like Johnny AM wouldn't have been the Undisputed champion. Cage, if it wasn't for me, you wouldn't have been the LAST Undisputed champion. Obviously though, the levels of talent really don't matter when I see a one time miracle, senior staff member, and a has been piece of shit on that list. Busting my ass, making things possible for others, obviously doesn't matter to whoever is coming up with that list. It didn't matter that I was the first Undisputed champion, it doesn't matter that Amy Jo Smyth, who was one of the two that I beat to become the first, isn't on that list and she was the longest Undisputed champion.....
Rayn pauses, looking to his left as Nathan Gust walks up, cane in one hand, silver briefcase in the other. Rayn looks at him for a moment, before Gust asks for the mic, which Rayn reluctantly hands to him.
Nathan Gust: Rayn, I just wanted to give you something for your troubles on Breakdown. You came out, beat down Megan, and after you won, added insult to injury. I just wanted to thank you for your work.
He hands Rayn the mic back, along with the brief case. Rayn looks at it for a moment, grabbing the mic, then slowly wrapping his fingers around the case and taking it from Nathan. Nathan nods towards Rayn, then goes to turn around and walk away, as he does, Rayn taps him on the shoulder, causing Nathan to turn around and wait a moment.
Rayn: Gust, just a minute...
Rayn looks at the case for a moment, holding it up a bit, feeling the weight of it.
Rayn: With Connor MacDaddy having perished after winning that match against you and Sara Pettis, that would make you the sole owner of the RWA, wouldn't it?
Rayn would look back up at Nathan, who would look down at the ground for a moment, before looking up and nodding his head in reply, smile on his face.
Rayn: Which means that, you are the one responsible for picking who gets into the Hall of Fame, as far as former RWA wrestlers are concerned, aren't you?
Nathan would once again nod in reply, standing there waiting for Rayn to get to the point. Rayn would look back down at the silver, metal looking brief case being held with his left hand.
Rayn: And you are already a Hall of Famer too.....
Again, Nathan would nod, when suddenly, in one fluid motion Rayn would drop the mic, grabbing the brief case lke it was a chair, and swing it, hitting Nathan in the head. Nathan would fall to the ground, hands on his head, as Rayn would lean down grabbing the mic. He would take a couple steps, standing over Gust who would remain laying on his stomach on the ground not moving.
Rayn: Obviously, you need a reminder as to just who the hell you're forgetting about Gust. Obviously you remember when it has something to do with you, but when it comes to other people, you're just like the rest of this country, too damn worried about yourself to notice the next generation. You're still trying to hold onto your power, when all the carnage, all the hardcore in your time has reduced you to walking around with a cane...
Rayn stands back up straight, turning around to look into the camera, which he walks from Nathan Gust's limp body, grabbing the camera and pulling it up to his face.
Rayn: Let this be known, that IF... you were lucky enough to be chosen to be one of the class of two thousand eight, you had better watch your back... Tonight, I'm going to remind each and every one of you, just why I should be on that list, when I DECIMATE, TK Money.....
Rayn would drop the mic on the ground, before turning to take one more look at the fallen Gust, who would remain on the ground, still out cold from the shot to the head, as Rayn would walk off down the hall carrying his new present.....
Rayn and TK Money are suddenly in the ring. They stare at each othe for what seems an eternity. The bell rings but neither moves. Finally TK breaks the tension with an uppercut followed by raking the eyes. TK smiling slyly.
Phil: I wonder where Twilight is.
Steve: He can't be too far away. Wherever one of Blood Money is, the other is sure to be.
TK finds Rayn and as Rayn lifts his head, TK nails him with a headbutt! Right then Rayn falls to one knee but as TK advances Rayn nails him with a spear! Rayn with a leg drop on the fallen TK. Rayn takes a quick look around the ring, making sure Twilight still isnt around.
Phil: I think Rayn is expecting Twilight to show up sooner or later.
Steve: It's actually good practice by Rayn, cause Twilight will show up, its just a matter of when.
Rayn with a neckbreaker on TK, he covers TK as the ref counts 1…………2………………….kickout! Rayn a bit upset at the slow count starts with series of leg and elbow drops, Rayn grabs TK and nails a back breaker, followed by an inverted atomic drop. Rayn with a fist to the face as the ref warns him about closed fisted punches. Rayn gives him a look of disdain. Rayn with a powerbomb as he rattles the ring with TK's body. Rayn covers 1………2…………..kickout by TK!!
Phil: That was close.
Steve: Too close!
Rayn climbs the ropes goes for a Swanton Bomb but TK rolls out of the way barely as Rayn nails the mat with his body!
Phil: Ouch.
Rayn is in complete pain as TK now on the offensive. TK with a dragon sleeper hold as Rayn is trying to gasp for air!
Steve: This could be it right here! Will Rayn go night night?
Rayn is struggling for the ropes. TK is only gripping harder. Slowly and slower Rayns power begins to give way.
Phil: This could be it. The end is near I think.
Steve: Definitely could be it right here.
As the ref is checking on Rayn his arm stays up on the second try. The crowd cheers at the knowledge the match is not yet quite over.
Rayn begins to fight and wiggle his way to freedom, before he can be free TK offers up a inverted implant DDT which just looks as awful as it can be.
Phil: Medics!
TK smiles at the knowledge that Rayn could be seriously hurt. TK covers Rayn, as the ref counts 1……..2…………….kickout!
Steve: How the hell did Rayn kick out of that?
All of a sudden, we see Twilight in a camouflage pop up in the front row. He climbs over the guardrail and starts wandering aimlessly towards the ring, pretending like he's not even there.
Phil: I wonder if he knows we can see him...
Inside the ring, TK is motioning at Twilight, who slides into the ring. The ref pushes Twilight...
Twilight: You can't see me!
The ref tells him to leave, but he won't.
Twilight: You can't see me!
Rayn sees this and is furiated. He runs at Twilight, who moves out of the way. Rayn nearly hits the ref, but stops at the last second and turns to Twilight. Rayn looks at the shirt, shakes his head, and kicks Twilight in the nuts. He falls to the mat and Rayn eats a superkick from TK Money.
Steve: There's the pin. 1... 2... NO!
Phil: He didn't kick out!
Steve: His foot is on the rope, idiot.
TK gets up and he argues with the ref, this allows Rayn to slip something out of his pocket.
Phil: Are those brass knuckles?
Rayn gets up and yells at the ref...
Rayn: Do your damn job and get Twilight out of the ring, ref!
The ref tends to Twilight as Rayn gets to his feet and knocks TK Money out.
Steve: That bastard!
Rayn tucks the knucks in his trunks and covers TK just as the ref gets Twilight out of the ring.
Phil: 1... 2... 3!
Steve: That dirty, cheating bastard!
Phil: Oh, come on. You don't think that was even just a little bit fair considering TK would have done the same thing?
Steve: True... true...
When we come back from the commercial break, "Adrenachrome" by Grade 8 plays and Nathan Gust comes out with a mysterious man in a black hood. The Hall of Famer has a microphone in his hand like always...
Nathan Gust: I know I said I'd never appear on SFT programming again, but I was needed. So, here I am. Call me the producer of War, call me former Co-Owner, call me a jackass. I don't really care. I am here to help... and that's all that you need to know. But then again, who am I, really? I'm just a guy who won a few meaningless titles and beat a few meaningless people along the way.
He stops, but it's not hammer time.
Nathan Gust: There was one victory that I am most proud of... and it is the victory over Gary Mac many years ago. I know, I know... who in the world is Gary Mac? He's an outstanding performer... who lost to yours truly by submission. Roll that beautiful bean footage.
Gary Mac holds his back while genocide leans back. He starts stuggling to get to the ropes and he makes it half way when Genocide walks towards the center of the ring. The ref asks Gary if he wants to quit. Gary gives no awnser as he holds his hand getting ready to tap. Genocide loosens the hold and grabs onto Mac's left leg, and leans back and garbs his head for a modified STF.
Phil: Nice innovation!
Gary Mac's back is bent at an insane angle, afet about five entire minues of the hold... Gary Mac has no choice but to tap ou!
Steve: NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!
Phil: YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!!!!!
Steve: NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!
Phil: YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!!!!!
Steve: NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!
Phil: YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!!!!! HE TAPPED!
Steve: *cries*
Genocide releases the hold and callapses of exaustion.
Winner: Genocide by submission
The scene fades to another commercial break...but Mac is too much of a coward to even think about returning to the sport that Gust so easily dominated.
The images on the screen go fuzzy for a few minutes. Then we magically see Twilight and Mikey Genocide in the ring.
Phil: Technical difficulties.
Steve: Loads.
Twilight and Mikey lock up in the middle of the ring. They are evenly matched until Twilight gets Mikey in a headlock. Mikey struggles and backs Twilight into the ropes and shoots him off. Twilight grabs Mikey's hair and locks the headlock back on. Mikey tries to find a way out of it and starts jabbing Twilight in the kidney with his elbow. Twilight takes Mikey over, still with the headlock. Mikey's shoulders are down and the ref gets a one count before Mikey gets his shoulder up. Mikey moves Twilight over and onto his shoulders now. The ref gets in another one count before Twilight kicks out, going back to the side headlock. Mikey fights to stand up, getting in a few more kidney shots. He hooks his arms and takes Twilight down with a back suplex. Both warriors get up slowly. Mikey grabs takes Twilight down with a short arm clothesline. He pulls him back up and whips him off the ropes and catches him with a spinebuster. Mikey goes for the pin.
Phil: 1... 2... NO!
Steve: Twilight managed to get his shoulder up.
Mikey seems frusterated. He picks up Twilight and whips him into the corner. He runs in for a splash, but Twilight counters with a kick to the face. Mikey stumbles back and turns. As he turns, Twilight hits a bulldog on Mikey. Twilight quickly goes for the pin.
Phil: 1... 2... 3?
Steve: Nope. He kicked out.
Twilight picks up Mikey and locks on a sleeper hold. This sleeper seems to last forever and a day. He then turns the sleeper hold into a full nelson, then hoists him back with a mean suplex. With Mikey laying on the mat, he bounces off the ropes and drops a knee on Mikey's head. He then drags Mikey up and gets him in a reverse DDT position. Mikey puts his foot on the rope and the ref tells Twilight to let go, but he won't listen. Mikey then uses his feet to ascend the ropes, making him hit some sort of a Sliced Bread maneauver. Mikey lands on his knees directly over Twilight and starts pounding Twilight's head with his fists wildly. Mikey stands up and hits a quick double stomp on Twilight's sternum before going for the pin.
Phil: 1... 2... OH!
Steve: Just barely kicked out. I think Mikey took his breath away.
Mikey picks Twilight up and whips him to the corner again, but it's reversed by Twilight. Off the rebound, Twilight goes for a clothesline. Mikey ducks and hooks Twilight's arm. He spins him around and nails the single knee falling facebuster!
Phil: Genocide Effect! Second time this week! He goes for the cover!
Steve: 1... 2... 3!
Twilight kicks just just after the three miraculously, but the referee calls for the bell.
We head backstage to the office of Nathan Gust, where he is going over the script for tonight.
Nathan Gust: Seriously... who writes this shit? Dameon versus Jarvis is a huge match, right? How did it end up being the opener? Well, as you can see... I pushed it to the main event and called it a Grudge Match. But you know what... that's not good enough.
He stops, pulls a sharpie out of the drawer of his desk, and starts scribbling. He then holds the paper up to the camera...
Nathan Gust: Falls Count Anywhere...
He scribbles some more.
Nathan Gust: Bitches.
The scene goes back to the ringside area for the main event.
"Seizure of Power" begins to play over the sound system as the lade die down and spotlight hit the top of the aisle. A few moments pass before Mikheil Jarvis walks out on to the top of the aisle. He walks with purpose down the ramp as the crowd show their discontent with him. He walks up the stairs in a deliberate manner , stepping through the ropes before walking to the center of the ring facing the hard camera and spreading his arms out to his side and looking up towards the sky as he soaks in the crowds response.
Steve: Look at that former SFT Champion. He's so full of life.
Phil: Stop reading from the script, douchebag. We're not John and Randy.
Steve: Sorry. It's been a long night...
"Silent Wars" begins 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. And then... nothing.
Phil: Where is Dameon? Isn't this the part where he runs out?
Mikheil Jarvis wonders the same thing as he exits. As he walks up the ramp, Dameon stumbles out from the backstage area carrying a flamethrower.
Steve: Isn't a flamethrower a little drastic?
Dameon looks a bit shaky, possibly drunk. A few steps later, he trips and sets off the flamethrower. He somehow hits the trigger and shoots flames everywhere. He doesn't hit any of the fans, luckily. He ends up setting himself on fire!
Phil: OH MY GOD!
Jarvis rushes over and grabs a fire extinguisher from next to the ramp. He quickly puts out the fire and then laughs.
Steve: Why is he laughing?
Phil: Dameon's pants... the buttcheaks are burnt out...
Steve: Awkward.
Mikheil yells for the referee to run over as he covers Dameon.
Phil: 1... 2... 3!
Steve: Wow. That was quick.
The bell sounds and his music hits...
Mikheil Jarvis celebrates the incredible victory. As he walks to the top of the ramp, Nathan Gust walks out with a microphone and the Unites States Title. Mikheil's music dies down...
Nathan Gust: I'm sorry to interrupt your celebration, but apparently the United Statse Title was to be on the line.
He hands the US Title to Jarvis...
Nathan Gust: Apparently the old man forgot to put it on the card. I know it's weird, but your new United States Champion is Mikheil Jarvis!
Steve: Wow, they really are throwing around titles these days.
Phil: What a shitty way to lose a belt, too.
Steve: Such is life.
Phil: Agreed.
Gust holds Jarvis' hand high as he holds the US Title up with the other. The scene fades away...