RW:Welcome ladies and gentlemen to Wednesday Night War!
JC: We've got one hell of a show lined up for you tonight, we've got Kyle Murphy defending the hardcore title against Nico Sutton, and in our main event, Bulls on Parade take on Blood Money for the tag team titles!
Just then, Sun Doesn't Rise by Mushroomhead hits the speakers as the lights start to flicker around the arena. None other than Rayn comes walking out of the back, wearing a suit and holding onto a microphone as he walks down the ramp towards the ring. He cockily steps up the steel steps and onto the ring apron. The crowd is cheering him, as he hasn't been seen in awhile. He steps through the ring ropes and unbuttons his jacket as his music dies down. He smiles for a moment, looking around the arena before holding the microphone up to his mouth.
Rayn: Well well well, guess who's finally decided to come back?
The crowd starts to cheer a little bit, before Rayn continues talking on the mic.
Rayn: True, that it has been a long time. As it happens, I've recently become the new CEO here in SFT, and I've been busy working out all the kinks in the back stage bull shit, and well, soon here I'll be returning to the ring. Soon I'll be back in this ring, fighting whatever ass clowns that they have lined up, for you!
He points towards the fans, who start to cheer in response. Rayn nods in approval as he resumes chatting.
Rayn: Now, with that being said, I've gotten most of the kinks actually worked out, but there's still one big kink left. There's still one pot hole that needs to be filled in, smoothed over, before I can be satisfied ad resume my quest to become SFT champion, and that pot hole happens to be named Shadow...
The crowd cheers just a little now, not nearly as enthusiastic as before, but Rayn doesn't seem to notice.
Rayn: Ya see, Shadow's had a strangle hold on this company since it's inception, and due to this, he's been strangling the life out of it. People have come and gone simply because, as we all know, whatever the old man says is the final word, but I've managed to obtain enough of the stock of SFT to actually have some say around here, so now I'm out here to finally come to the deciding point of my career, the final test if you will. I am here tonight to formally challenge you Shadow. I'm here to challenge you to a match. Far too long, have you been sitting in the back, sitting in the towers in your cushy office. For too long, you've been away. You've forgotten what it's like to be one of the boys. You've forgotten what it's like to bust your ass out here day in and day out, putting on the best show you can for the people that fill your pockets with the money you live on, and I'm here to remind you of what it's like.
Rayn smirks as the crowd begins an SFT chant. Rayn nods his head in approval as suddenly, the jumbo-tron comes to life, with none other than the image of Shadow himself. Rayn looks towards the tron, actually a little surprised.
Rayn: Well well well, look who's finally come out of hiding. How's it going Shadow? You here to accept my challenge?
Shadow rubs his chin for a moment, before speaking, his voice clear over the speakers in the arena.
Shadow: Rayn, you've been a bigger thorn in my side than I'd like to admit. Unfortunately, I don't have the time to deal with you. I'm busy this coming pay per view, and as much as I'd like to beat the respect into you, I just can't.
Rayn: Well, that's just fine. Honestly that's the answer I expected from you Shadow, it's the answer that I've been expecting from the coward that you are. Because you're scared Shadow. You sit back where ever you are, looking at me on the monitor sitting right next to the camera, and you're scared. You know I'm the future of this business, you know that I'm the flag ship, that I'm the one that brings in the names, the fans. You're scared to face me, but that's ok Shadow...
Shadow begins to laugh a bit on the tron, cutting Rayn off. Rayn lowers the mic as he tilts his head to the side, looking at Shadow on the tron.
Shadow: You couldn't be more wrong Rayn. See I've got my hands full this coming event, because I'm accepting Radiant's request to face me in a match. I'm sorry but he beat you to the punch. Nothing personal at all, just that you're in the wrong place at the wrong time...
Rayn chuckles to himself for a moment, before looking up at the screen.
Rayn: Well, that's just fine and dandy. You see a little birdy in the back has informed me, as I will inform all these people that Radiant's going to defend the title against you, which is perfectly fine by me, but after he beats you... That's when the fun is going to start. And, in the unlikely event that you actually manage to beat him for that title, I'll be there to challenge you for it in January. Hell, even if you don't beat him, I'll show you exactly that I mean business, by returning to this ring, and regaining my world championship, then go on to beat you at the January pay per view. Mark my words Shadow, the days of walking all over Rayn are over...
Sun Doesn't Rise hit's the speakers as Shadow give an angry look towards Rayn before the screen flickers off to a highlight video of Rayn in matches previous that plays with his entrance music. Rayn drops the mic as he steps through the ring ropes and hops to the floor. He starts walking back up the ramp as he taunts the crowd, making it perfectly clear that he's got the gold in mind for his future.
Mikey Genocide and Lion are both in the ring as the bell rings. Mikey wastes no time nailing Lion with an uppercut followed by a quick kick to the midsection. Mikey with a sitdown powerbomb as he covers and the ref counts 1………….2……………kickout.
RW: Close but no dice
Mikey with a running forearm as Lion is trying to get up. Mikey now with an elbow drop followed by a quick scoop slam. Mikey now with a piledriver he covers again 1………..2…………again a kickout at the last possible moment.
JC: Now that really was a close one.
Mikey waits for Lion to get up and nails him with a Yakuza kick but doesn’t bother to cover him. Mikey now with a Glimmering Warlock which could be it, but Mikey again doesn’t cover Lion.
RW: Why isnt Genocide covering Lion and winning this match?
Mikey grabs Lion and hits his Genocide Effect, he slowly covers Lion as the ref does the count 1…………2………….3!
RW: That’s it! And perhaps to date this is Mike Genocides most impressive win yet to date.
RW: Now we're on to our next match.
JC: This should be a good one...
RW: Let's go to the announcer for the introductions.
JC: Who IS the announcer anyway?
RW: Does it really matter?
JC: Good point...
Announcer: The following contest is scheduled for one fall, and is for the SFT Hardcore Championship...
:Whatever You Like" by T.I plays on the speaker system as the lights black out, white money symbols dance around the entrance ramp as Nico makes his way to the top of the ramp. Nico slowly heads down the ramp walking from side to side on his way down flipping stacks of money into the crowd. As Nico hits the ring side are he slides into the ring and awaits his opponent.
"Mutherfucker Of The Year" by Mötley Crüe hits the loudspeakers and gold pyro erupts at the stage area. Kyle Murphy walks out with the SFT Hardcore Championship around his waist. He walks down the ramp to ringside, where leaps to the top of the steps, then walks backward to the middle of the apron. He raises his left arm before stepping through the ropes and into the ring. From there he goes to the far corner and climbs to the second rope. There he removes the SFT Hardcore Championship from around his waist and raises it over his head. The crowd roars its approval, and Murphy steps down off the second rope. Handing the belt to the referee, he holds up his right arm and prepares himself for a fight. The ref stands just behind the announcer who remains in the center of the ring.
Announcer: Introducing first, standing to my left, the challenger. He stands at six feet, one inch, and weighed in today at two hundred fourty five pounds, from Lexington, Massachusetts, NICO SUTTON!
Nico holds his arms up in the air as the crowd shows a mixed reaction, until Nico starts throwing wads of money out towards the crowd, which starts to cheer as they race for the money.
Announcer: And now, standing to my right. He stands at six feet, four inches tall, and weighed in today at two hundred seventy five pounds. From Greenwich, Connecticut, he is the current reigning and defending SFT Hardcore champion, KYLE MURPHY!!!
Kyle raises his left arm in the air as the crowd starts to cheer for the hardcore champ. He lowers his arm as the announcer steps out through the ropes and heads towards the time keeper's table. The ref folds the straps of the belt up, raising it into the air. He then lowers it, showing the belt first to Kyle, who smirks looking at it. The ref then turns and shows the belt to Nico, who only nods. The ref then hands the belt to the time keeper who takes it, returning to his table as the ref backs up. He then signals the time keeper to ring the bell and the match begins.
Nico cracks his neck as he's hopping just a little bit, shaking his arms out as Murphy just keeps his cocky smirk on his face. The two step towards the center of the ring, circling each other as they suddenly lock up. They seem to be dead even, Murphy pushing Nico back a step, before Nico takes control and starts pushing Murphy back. After a couple steps backwards, Murphy stops and pushes his entire body against Nico, tossing him down to the mat and causing him to roll backwards. Nico takes a knee, looking at Murphy for a moment, who just smiles at Nico.
RW: Kyle Murphy with a nice display of his strength.
JC: Well, he has all the advantages in this match. He's taller, has a clear weight advantage, and is more than likely stronger.
RW: True, but that doesn't mean anything inside that squared circle.
Nico slowly gets to his feet as Murphy rushes in with a clothesline, however Nico counters with a drop toe hold, sending Kyle to the mat face first. He quickly hops over Murphy's body, locking in a front face lock.
JC: Point proven. Nico showing he's got an advantage when it comes to the speed department.
RW: Now can he keep the advantage?
JC: What do I look like? A Psychic?
Nico keeps the facelock applied as Kyle slowly gets to a knee. Nico continues to apply pressure as Murphy gets to his feet, wrapping his arms around Nico's waist and tossing him over his head with a nice Northern Lights suplex. The ref quickly goes to make the count.
1...
Kickout!
JC: Way too early there.
RW: But still good strategy by Murphy. He's showing that he's got the strength advantage and that he knows how to use it.
Murphy gets to his feet and starts stomping on Nico, keeping him grounded. After a moment of stomping, he drops to the mat and rolls out of the ring. He lifts up the ring apron, looking underneath the ring for a moment. After a moment of looking, he stands up, holding onto a singapore cane. The crowd begins to cheer as Murphy raises the cane into the air. The crowd starts to cheer harder as he taunts the crowd. Inside the ring Nico has made it to a knee. Nico quickly hits the ropes, bouncing off them and running across the ring towards Murphy's side of the ring. As Murphy turns towards the ring, Nico comes leaping over the top rope, grabbing onto the top rope as he does, turning his body sideways and spining a full three hundred sixty degrees before crashing into Murphy who drops the cane and falls to the floor.
JC: DID YOU SEE THAT!?!
RW: Nico with a corkscrew plancha over the top rope onto the champion who is laying on the floor now.
Nico gets to his feet first taunting the crowd that's now started an "S-F-T" chant. Nico then notices the cane laying on the ground and quickly grabs it as Kyle Murphy starts to get to his knees. He's on all fours now as Nico swings the cane into Murphys back, letting a resounding crack echo through the arena. Nico throws the cane into the ring as Murphy is laying on the ground with his back arched in pain. Nico quickly goes under the ring, pulling out garbage can lids, a chair, and sliding a table out.
JC: Nico showing some aggression now.
RW: Good wit there JC... Weapons laying all over the ring for this match tonight.
JC: Shut up...
Nico grabs one of the trash can lids, and as Kyle gets to his feet Nico turns around and bashes him in the head with the lid, causing Murphy to stumble towards the guard rail. Nico grabs the table and slides it into the ring. He hops onto the apron as Murphy starts to stumble towards him. Nico waits for the right time, then hops to the second rope, using it as a spring board into a moonsault, which Murphy dodges leaving Nico to crash to the floor.
RW: Murphy showing his experience...
JC: Come on, you would have ran from that too.
RW: Shut up...
Murphy now grabs Nico, pulling him to his feet. He punches him in the head a couple times before sending Nico into the steel ring steps via an irish whip. Nico hits the steps shoulder first with a loud thud. Murphy shakes his head for a moment as he regains his composure. He reaches over the guard rail, grabbing a chair from one of the fans. He watches Nico now, only a few feet away. Nico gets to a knee as Kyle hits the floor with the chair, as the fans start to cheer, seeing the shot coming. Nico stands up, turning around to see Murphy with the chair. Quickly he rolls past Murphy, who swings and hits the steel steps. He drops the chair, shaking his hands as he does. He turns around to see Nico picking up the cane. Nico turns, swinging the cane, but Murphy ducks, grabbing Nico and picking him up, dropping him back first onto the mats surrounding the ring.
JC: Murphy with a nice counter there.
RW: I think Nico may be hurt.
Nico's holding his back as Murphy gets up and goes to the ring. He pulls a table from underneath and starts to set it up next to the ring. He gets it standing before turning around to Nico, who's just starting to pull himself up using the guard rail. Kyle walks over, and as Nico pulls himself to his feet, he is met with a stiff shot to the jaw. He stumbles back towards the entrance ramp as Murphy follows. Nico turns around and is met with another punch, causing him to stumble even closer to the stage. Murphy waits for Nico to turn around, running in for a clothesline, which Nico ducks, grabbing Murphy in an inverted face lock, then drops to the floor.
RW: Nico Sutton hitting the reverse DDT on the ramp.
JC: That thing's solid steel, you know that had to hurt.
RW: Just a little bit JC...
Both men are laying down on the ramp, neither quickly getting to their feet. Nico rolls off the ramp, heading off towards the left side of the entrance. Murphy starts to follow, rolling off the ramp. Nico reaches the side of the stage and leans against it, waiting a moment and catching his breath. Murphy looks to be sizing him up, waiting as Nico turns around. Murphy goes running full speed towards Nico, who manages to fall off to the side, causing Murphy to break through the wooden ramp structure and end up under the stage.
RW & JC: OH MY GOD!!!
The crowd starts chanting "S-F-T" again as Nico gets to his feet and heads under the stage after Murphy who is hidden by the stage.
RW: These two are going absolutely nuts here!
JC: Well, when a belt's on the line, these stars will do ANYTHING to get it.
The cameras pan out, showing the entire stage. After about fifteen seconds of nothing, Nico comes bursting out of the opposite side of the stage. He rolls across the ground as Murphy comes stepping out of the hole made in the stage. He hops up onto the ramp, holding his arms up as the crowd goes nuts.
RW: Murphy now in complete control...
He hops down and grabs Nico by the back of the head, pulling him along the guard rail and back towards the ring. Murphy rolls Nico into the ring, following after. He pulls Nico to his feet, hooking his arms and flipping him over.
JC: Nice double underhook suplex there by Murphy.
RW: Even in a hardcore match, he still manages to show the technical side of the wrestling business.
Murphy gets to his feet, looking around the arena at the fans as he points towards the table laying in the ring.
Nico gets up, he grabs a steel stop sign. Murphy crouches down and grabs a steel chair
As Murphy turns he and Nico nail each other at the same time, they both fall down unconscious. The ref doesn’t know what to do? Neither man is moving, the ref counts to 10 and calls for the bell!
RW: Both men are out and we have pretty much a stalemate!
Re-Education (Through Labor) hits the air as Johnny Fierce enters onto the ramp. He stands at the top and takes a brief look around at the arena and fans. He raises his arm and gives himself a quick slap on the back of the neck before jogging down towards the ramp. He loosens up his arms a bit and slides through the bottom rope. He walks to his corner and uses the ropes to stretch a little as he readies for his opponent.
Anarchy Club's 'Blood Doll' begins to play when the lights in the arena turn blue. Jared Mayer walks out from the back. He does not stop or pause, just walks down towards the ring, eying his opponent showing no emotion. Lucretia Black walks out a moment after him and follows him down to the ring. She whispers some German into his ear. She steps back and allows him to climb into the ring.
The bell rings, and Jared Mayer immediately runs at Johnny Fierce with a clothesline. Fierce gets right up and Mayer sends him into the corner with a big boot. Mayer charges Fierce and clotheslines him in the corner. Jared whips Johnny to the opposite corner and attempts the same thing, but this time Fierce lifts both boots into Mayer's face.
JC: What a frantic start to this match!
RW: Whatever. I'm too tired to care. I hate working both shows.
With Mayer staggered, Fierce runs out of the corner and takes him down with a double leg. Johnny tries to lift Jared off the mat for a spinebuster, but is unable to get the 279 pounder in the air. Mayer catches him with a hard right hand that sends Fierce right back into the corner. Jared goes to spear Johnny in the corner, but Fierce moves out of the way so that Mayer hits nothing but the steel turnbuckle. Jared turns around and Fierce brings him down with a judo hip toss. Johnny goes into a side control, then pops up and quickly locks on an armbar. With his free arm, Jared is able to reach out and grab the bottom rope.
1... 2... 3... 4... Fierce releases the hold.
JC: If the ref had gotten to five there Johnny Fierce would have been disqualified.
RW: No shit, Encyclopedia Brown.
JC: You're really dating yourself with that one, Randy.
RW: Screw you. You date yourself every Friday night, spank master!
Jared Mayer gets to his feet and Johnny Fierce hits a spinning back kick to the gut, followed by a hard back elbow to the face. Fierce moves quickly into a Muay Thai clinch, driving one knee after another into the face of Mayer. The ref begins to warn him to get Mayer off the ropes, so Fierce delivers a monkey flip that drops Jared down in the middle of the ring. Johnny quickly mounts him and begins raining down forearm shots, then punches to the head, before using an Ezekiel choke for a pin attempt.
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2...
Mayer powers Fierce off of him and sits up. Fierce quickly puts him back down with a low dropkick, but Mayer rolls to his stomach and pushes himself to his feet. Seemingly out of nowhere Jared hits the Reichsprogromnacht! He covers!
1...
2...
Fierce gets the shoulder up!
JC: Wow! Mayer hit the Reichsprogromnacht so suddenly I couldn't even react, and I thought the match was over!
RW: But Johnny Fierce kicked out! What resilience!
Fierce gets to his feet, and Mayer grabs him for a German suplex.
JC: German suplex coming from the German man!
RW: Creative, John!
Instead, Fierce counters out and catches the Rolling Kimura Lock!
JC: Oh no! Here's that submission hold from Fierce!
RW: What a counter!
For nearly a minute Jared Mayer is in the kimura lock, seemingly unphased by the pressure being applied on his shoulder. Johnny Fierce finally grows frustrated and releases the hold, getting to his feet and stomping the victimized shoulder. Mayer rolls away, holding the arm, but remains expressionless as he gets to his feet. Jared whips Johnny to the ropes, he bounces off and attempts to hit the Flying Knee. Mayer stands his ground and swats Fierce away so that he hits the mat hard.
JC: Oh my GOD! Speaking of great counters!
RW: Jared Mayer would not have anything to do with that aerial attack by Johnny Fierce!
Mayer grabs Fierce and sets him up for a powerbomb. He lifts Johnny to his shoulders, then drops him down in a facebuster. Jared goes for another pin.
1...
2...
Fierce brings his knee up and drives his shoulder down, crushing Mayer's head between the two joints!
JC: Johnny kicks out with authority this time!
RW: Impressive! He really is resilient if even Jared Mayer can't put him away!
Fierce hops to his feet and tries for a side belly to belly suplex, but Mayer plants himself and catches Johnny with a hard punch to the face. He staggers back and Jared hits a reverse STO. Fierce rolls to the ropes to avoid another pin attempt and Mayer angrily stalks him. Very suddenly Fierce explodes up with a spear and unloads a series of rapid fire right hands to Mayer's face. Jared pushes him off and gets to his feet, but Johnny clobbers him with a hard superkick. Fierce pins.
1...
2...
Mayer powers out!
JC: On and on this match goes!
RW: Back and forth all the way, Johnny Boy!
Fierce begins pleading with the referee, but the ref says that it Mayer threw him off right at two. Jared gets up and Johnny turns around right into a big boot. Fierce gets up holding the back of his head, and Mayer quickly sends him flipping through the air with a second Reichsprogromnacht! Jared goes for a cover.
1...
2...
Fierce gets the shoulder up!
JC: Oh my LORD! Fierce survives a second Reich... reich... whatever the Hell it is! I barely got that damn name out the first time!
RW: REICHSPROGROMNACHT!
JC: Yeah, that one.
RW: Glad to help out, John.
Mayer stands up and angrily glares at the referee, as silently as ever. Fierce comes up behind him and takes him down with a Russian leg sweep. Mayer gets right back up, and Fierce quickly hits the double arm DDT!
JC: There's the Double Arm Drop and Lock!
RW: He's really wrenching that double underhook, John! This could do it!
JC: Jared's chin is pressed right down to his chest! He can't possibly breathe like that, and even at his size you need air to live!
RW: Really?! I didn't know that!
Fierce is pulling back hard on the butterfly lock, slowly driving the air out Mayer. Somehow Jared manages to get his feet under him and push himself to his feet, forcing Johnny to stand as well. Mayer quickly stands straight up, so that Fierce is upside down over his back. Johnny breaks the double underhook at last, sliding down Jared's back and grabbing him around the waist. Mayer catches Fierce's leg and quickly sits out, dropping Fierce right down on top of his head!
JC: OH MY GOD!
RW: A version of a belly to back piledriver there! What a reversal by Mayer!
Almost lifeless, Jared falls backward into a cover.
JC: That has GOT to be it!
RW: How can you be sure anymore?!
1...
2...
Mayer sits up, breaking his own cover!
JC: What?! What the Hell did he do that for?!
RW: Lucretia's going nuts on the outside!
Mayer stands up inexplicably, and just stands looking down at Fierce. Johnny slowly turns to his stomach, onto all fours, then to a knee. Finally Fierce pushes himself up to his feet as well, and Mayer runs at him. Mayer hits Fierce with a THIRD Reichsprogromnacht!
JC: GOOD GOD! That was completely uncalled for!
RW: I have to agree with you for a change, John! And I thought I was in a bad mood!
Mayer pins Fierce again.
1...
2...
3!
JC: Mercifully this match is over!
RW: It is about time!
The bell rings and the referee raises Mayer's hand. Jared suddenly wheels around and clotheslines the referee hard to the mat!
JC: What the f-
RW: Easy there, John! You can't say that on television!
Mayer then grabs the fallen Fierce and pulls him to his feet. He locks Fierce in a cobra clutch, lifts him off the ground, and slams him hard to the mat!
RW: That's Lucretia's Death 1!
JC: Nirvana's old move?! What the Hell?!
Finally Lucretia Black gets in the ring and grabs Jared, telling him to stop.
JC: Thank God for Lucretia! At least there is someone who can control this lunatic!
RW: Just wanton destruction here tonight by Jared Mayer! Is this what we can expect every week now that Der Sensenmann is back?!
JC: It’s main event time everyone. Tonight Blood Money looks to get back on track and take the Tag Team Championships from Bulls on Parade.
RW: I’ll tell you right now, if this is done, I’ll quit. Radiant and Myris are extremely accomplished talents here in SFT and I’m not sure that anyone on the roster today could beat them as a team.
“Basket Case by Green Day blasts as Blood Money walk from the backstage area. Both Twilight and T.K Money stand at the top of the ramp taking in the boos from the crowd. Slowly they walk to the ring and enter as the crowd is still booing.
JC: I have never seen more hated individuals than those two right there.
“Tom Sawyer” by Rush begins to play as the crowd erupts in cheers. Radiant and Myris quickly emerge from backstage showing off their gold. Radiant dawns the World Heavyweight Championship over his right shoulder as the Tag Team Championship is around his waist. Myris hold the Television Championship over his head as he as well dawns the Tag Team Championship around his waist. Both men charge the ring and hand over their Championships.
The bell sounds as the match gets underway with T.K in the ring with Myris. Both men lock up in the center of the ring, Myris gets the upper hand as he wrenches the arm of TK. TK is screaming in pain as he is walked around the ring by Myris, who continues to wrench his arm. Finally TK is able to reverse the hold with a standing flip. TK kicks Myris in the gut to free himself, TK comes of the ropes but it quickly cut down when Myris delivers a dropkick to his legs. Myris quickly gets back to his feet and drives a knee to the back of TK’s head. Myris brings TK to his feet and whips him into his corner where Radiant drives a forearm to the face of TK Money. Myris charges in and delivers a high knee to the face of TK. Myris hooks the head of TK Money as he tags in Radiant.
Radiant leaps to the top rope and comes off with a double axe hammer to the exposed back of TK Money, dropping him to the mat. Radiant charges across the ring and drives a forearm into the face of Twilight knocking him off the ring apron. Radiant turns his attention back to TK as he gets to his feet. Radiant grabs the arm of TK Money and whips him into the ropes, TK comes back only to be hook around the waist and tossed with a belly to belly from Radiant. Radiant quickly goes for the cover…
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2…
NO!! Twilight grabs the foot of Radiant and drags him out of the ring.
Twilight drives his forearm into the face of Radiant and drops him with a DDT on the concrete. Twilight Brings Radiant to his feet and rolls him back in the ring as TK Money gets to his feet. TK brings Radiant to his feet and backs him into Blood Money’s corner. Twilight chokes out Radiant as TK is talking to the ref. Myris tries to get in the ring but the ref quickly stops him. TK Takes advantage and drives a knee to the gut of Radiant. TK rapidly throws consecutive punches to the body of Radiant until the ref comes back to break Twilights hold. Radiant falls to his knees on the mat where TK Money drives an elbow to the back of his head. TK tags in Twilight.
JC: Impressed thus far with the showing of Blood Money.
Twilight leaps over the top rope and connects with a leg drop on Randiant before going for the cover…
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2…
NO!! Myris breaks the count with a drop kick to the back to Twilights head. TK Money enters the ring and Myris catches him with dropkick as well. TK is tied up in the ropes and Myris clothesline him out of the ring. Myris turns to Twilight but Twilight kicks him in the gut and whips him across the ring. Myris comes back and ducks a clothesline attempt from Twilight, Radiant is there to kick Twilight in the gut. Radiant his the Checkmate!! Radiant covers…
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3!!
RW: There you have it folks, one of the greatest tag teams this business has ever seen just proved why they are the Tag Team Champions.
As Bulls on Parade celebrate their win and retrieve their titles, they are attacked by Blood Money Blood Money is stomping them into the concrete!!
JC: Look at this, Nico Sutton and Kyle Murphy are out here!!
Nico and Kyle rush up on Blood Money. Nico and Kyle grab both members of Blood Money by the head and drives them face first into opposite ring posts!! Nico and Kyle help Bulls on Parade to their feet. Both Nico and Kyle Murphy point to the Championships and then signal that they are coming to them.
RW: Have we seen the formation of a new tag team? What is going on here tonight??
JC: Well, a successful title defense it was.
RW: And the Bulls On Parade seem to be huffin' and puffin' more than they anticipated they would be in the end.
JC: Oh hold on a second something’s happening.
Back in the ring both Myris and Radiant are handed their championships. Myris slowly heads over to one of the turnbuckles and rests his back up against it while looking up into the air catching his breath. Radiant actually yanks his championship away from t he referee and takes the liberty to re-strap it around his waist. He hastily walks over towards the ropes and sticks his head out in between them and demands the ring keeper bring him a microphone. Seconds later he's handed one as he heads towards the middle of the ring with a frustrated and angered look on his face. Breathing into the microphone he turns towards the stage and points as he starts to spew some words. All the while getting a mixed reaction from the crowd.
Radiant: When I came back I said that I would only stay and contribute as long as my participation of wrestling was on my terms. I would face who I want, when I want!
A mild uproar of noise from the crowd still mixed in their reaction. Myris nodded with the words spoken from Radiant as he begins looking around at people in the crowd.
Radiant: Now so far I've been put through various championship matches, large multiple opponent matches, back to back cards and a slew of under card talent that simply wasted my valuable time. Now I don't know why such things are happening, but I'm telling each and everyone one of you and whoever back stage that such days will not be happening again. Nobody is going to make me wrestle unless I say it's okay. Nobody is going to be attaching my name to anything unless I approve.
Myris shakes his head and claps as Radiant pauses. He looks to one side of the arena to garner another reaction of noise. He walks over to the ropes and leans his chest up against them with his arms folded on top as he brings that microphone right back to his flapping gums.
Radiant : I hope EVERYBODY understands that . . .
Radiant drops the microphone. Myris starts to walk up behind Radiant as they make like they are going to leave. Just as Radiant sticks a leg through the ropes "Shoots and Ladders" by Korn hits the speakers throughout the arena. Similar to Radiant and Myris the crowd rises to their feet with an overall mixed reaction. Radiant takes his leg back from between the ropes and starts to smile.
RW: What? What's this all about?
JC: I don't know, but I think someone is about to be confronted.
Out from the back comes the man himself, Shadow. Shaking his head while looking down at the ground along the way. He runs his fingers through his hair while raising his head to get a look at the man who’s barking inside his ring. Shadow pulls a microphone out from his pocket as "Shoots and Ladders" fades throughout. His brows bend inward piercing an annoyed and angry look deep into Radiant's eyes. He slowly raises that microphone up to his mouth and speaks.
Shadow: Radiant I'm going to keep this short and reeeeeeeeeal sweet for you so listen carefully. As long as I breathe, as long as I walk these halls, as long as my name exists within the SFT product, everybody with YOU included . . . will do what I say when I say. There's no way around it, got it?
RW: Whoaaaaaaaa.
"Shoots and Ladders" by Korn starts to play back up again as Shadow lowers that microphone and continues to stare at Radiant. In the ring Radiant's head tilts to the side ever so slightly and his eyes close a little bit with a sense of disbelief and shakingly disturbing anger for the words given to him. Soon after he lightly nods his head and starts to smile once again.
JC: Wow what an interesting little display that was.
RW: I'll say. Anyway we gotta folks! Thanks for tuning into War this week!