The lights dim and Wait and Bleed hits as Shadow eventually emerges. He has a serious look on his face. He walks into the middle of the ring and waits for the crowd to settle down.
Shadow looking around : You know for a while there this past New Years I contemplated shutting down SFT. But a part me realized I would be giving in to some individuals who want nothing more than to SFT shut down for good. And you know what I got to say to those people? Fuck you, you don’t run SFT, you have no power here, you don’t even matter anymore. Yes I picked a few over most, and I’d do it again, because those few I could count on, they didn’t run when things got messy they didn’t disappear only to backstab me in other places. In the end those two showed that I mattered to them, while the rest of you, you don’t even matter to yourselves, why in the world would I have ever picked any of you, you’re not worthy and I wonder if you ever really were?
The people start chanting SFT, and it seems to be getting to Shadow. But it stops rather quickly.
Shadow: SFT cannot last much longer in its current state, but one thing I will say, it will last as long as I decide it will, and not a moment longer or less. No one decides our fate but us, and god help anyone who tries to hurt us again.
RW: Strong words there by our fearless leader but time will tell if SFT is able to wether the storm.
Our first match is Brass Martin vs. TK Money.
JC: Well both guys look like they really want this match, lets see who wants it more?
The bell rings and as it does, a lone person jumps the railway. The man runs into the ring and first nails TK with a clothesline, after TK gets wrecked we see the man turn his attention on Brass Martin, the once up and comer gets decimated by a knee to the face followed it up with a vertabreaker!
The men lying motionless and the mystery man takes the mic and says simply “My name is Kris Chambers and that was my way of saying hello, and I hope you all welcome me so warmly here in SFT”
RW: Kris Chambers?
JC: Beats me but whoever he is, he just made a lasting impression on Brass and TK.
Before the match even starts we see Redd and Twilight attack ZTurbo, they beat him to the point where medics attend him, ZTurbo cannot compete.
Twilight and Redd smile as they look at their handy work as the Wall has struck down another man for no reason other than he was not part of their so called Wall.
Money, Money, Money" hits to beckon out the reigning Hardcore Champion. The Accountant walks to the ring carrying a silver briefcase and wearing spectacles. The Hardcore Championship is around his waist. The Accountant enters the ring via the middle rope and then he sets the briefcase down under one of the corner turnbuckles, pops it open, places his glasses in it, closes it, and prepares for his opponent to enter the ring.
Amanda Summers: The following contest is scheduled for ONE FALL and it is for the HARDCORE CHAMPIONSHIP. Currently in the ring, he is the reigning Harcore Champion and weighs in tonight at 234 pounds... from WASHINGTON, District of Columbia... THE... ACCOUNTANT!
JC: The Accountant may not have been able to deduce the solution to Josh Konnely in his first ever shot at the SFT Championship, but you have got to give him credit for capturing the Hardcore Championship before that and continuing to hold it this long.
RW: Is that supposed to be some sort of a joke?
JC: What?
RW: The Accountant? Credit?
JC: Inadvertant humor, I guess.
RW: Not very humorous at any rate. Anyway, let's move on.
"Ring Of Fire" by Johnny Cash hits and Saint Jude emerges without any major zeal or zest. The ever humble former World Champion makes his way down the aisle with short and simple strides. He completes his walk at ringside, where he rolls into the ring and hops to his feet.
Amanda Summers: And his opponent, weighing in at 200 pounds and hailing from WACO, TEXAS... SAINT JUDE!
As Amanda announces his name, Jude rushes at The Accountant and surprises him with a forearm to the face, quickly followed by two more. Saint Jude continues his pre-emptive strike with a kick to the knee, and delivers a vertical suplex. The bell rings to bring the match to an abrupt but belated start.
JC: Wow, Saint Jude has a little extra fire tonight.
RW: You're just full of bad jokes tonight, aren't you?
The Accountant virtually beats Saint Jude to his feet as they both spring back up. Accountant kicks Saint in the gut, and grabs him by the back of the head. The Accountant delivers a stiff closed right before tossing Saint Jude over the top rope to the floor. An enraged Accountant quickly follows Jude to the outside.
JC: These Hardcore Championship matches don't take long to completely break down, do they?
RW: Not at all.
The Accountant grabs Saint Jude and hoists him on his shoulder before delivering a punishing running powerslam on the floor.
JC: Goodness! A bone-crushing slam on the thinly padded concrete floor!
Jude bows his back in pain as the outraged Accountant retaliates for the Saint's early assault. The Accountant pulls Saint Jude to his feet and sets him up for a powerbomb. Accountant hoists Jude onto his shoulder and runs forward... before throwing the former SFT Champion over the retaining wall to the concrete floor!
RW: OH MY GOD! The Accountant just deposited Saint Jude to the outside!
JC: Now who's the one with the lame jokes?
RW: Thank the Lord that the event security was able to clear the fans from the floor seats over there.
The Accountant furiously climbs over the retaining wall to the concrete floor and grabs the legs of the supine Saint Jude. The Accountant attempts to lock in The Audit, but before he can turn it over Saint Jude finds life enough to pull a leg free and kick the Hardcore Champion in the chest. A second kick connects with the jaw of the champion and sends him into and over the security railing, back to the padded ringside floor. Saint Jude stands and grabs one of the front row spectators' chairs as The Accountant struggles to collect himself on the other side of the wall, feeling a combination of anger and embarrassment at being kicked over the ringside wall. Accountant at last removes the Hardcore Championship belt from around his waist as Jude just kneels in the front row and waits. The Accountant tosses the belt into the ring and then steps towards the retaining wall again, but Saint Jude hits him over the head with the chair as soon as he gets close.
JC: Good night!
RW: That chairshot just echoed through the arena!
Saint Jude hops over the wall and dives into a cover.
1...
2...
The Accountant kicks out.
Saint Jude stands up in disbelief, then climbs up and stands on the retaining wall. Jude raises his fist in the air, then jumps off the wall and lands the "Fist Of God" elbow drop.
JC: The Fist of God!
RW: Why is that the fist, and not the elbow?
JC: Don't ask me. Maybe try asking Jude.
RW: Oh, he doesn't know his ass from his elbow.
Saint Jude turns over to pin The Accountant again. Jude hooks the far leg and places his palm on Accountant's near cheek, pressing his face into the floor.
JC: Aggressive cover here by Jude. He's pressing the side of Accountant's face into the padded floor!
1...
2...
RW: Accountant barely gets the shoulder up this time!
Saint Jude stands and pulls lightly at his hair, amazed that The Accountant kicked out of his trademark flying elbow drop. Jude climbs the ringsteps, looking almost lost. He hesitates as he stands atop the steel steps. The Accountant sits up slowly and has to grab the top of the security barrier to pull himself up to his feet. Accountant walks toward Jude, who looks at him from his perch on the ringsteps. Saint Jude quickly grabs The Accountant by the head and pulls him into a front facelock. Jude leaps off the ringsteps and delivers a sudden and impactful DIVINE INTERVENTION tornado DDT onto the floor at ringside. The crowd cheers loudly in appreciation of the risky and violent move. Saint Jude claps his hands together once before falling into a third cover on The Accountant.
1...
2...
3!
Saint Jude stands and slides into the ring to grab the Hardcore Championship, which now belongs to him.
Amanda Summers: Here is your winner and NEW Hardcore Champion... Saint... JUDE!
There is silence for a moment as fans wait in anticipation. then the slow beat of Filters "Hey Man Nice Shot" starts to play. The Strike tron shows clips of Slade Wilson in various types of matches. Then when the Beat picks up Slade steps out from backstage with a Barbedwire Kendo Stick in hand. He stands at the entrance ramp and looks over the crowd then holds the kendo stick up, and the fans explode. Slade lowers his hand and takes one step forward before suddenly falling to his knees.
JC: Oh my God!
RW: What was that?!
John Schoonover stands over Slade Wilson holding a 2x4 in his hands like a baseball bat. Slade quickly gets back to his feet and turns to John. Wilson hits Schoonover in the biceps area with the barbed wire covered kendo stick, leaving little pin prick wounds on the Silent Assassin's left arm.
John retaliates by clobbering Slade in the ribs with the 2x4. Wilson fires back with a kendo stick shot to Schoonover's leg. The muted throat of Schoonover makes not a sound, but his teeth clench in pain as the barbed wire punctures more of his flesh. John brings the 2x4 down like an ax and smacks Slade right between the eyes. Wilson turns his back to Schoonover and doubles over in pain, holding his head in his hands. John follows up by breaking the 2x4 over Slade's back.
JC: My God, this is insane! Somebody get control of this before someone gets hurt!
RW: That ship may have already sailed, Johnny!
Slade Wilson drops to a knee, but somehow manages to spring right back to his feet. Slade swings the kendo stick again and catches John right in his unspeaking mouth. Schoonover quickly realizes that he is not going to get the better of this exchange of weapon blows, and instead resorts to jabbing a thumb right into the eye patch of Wilson. Temporarily dazed, Slade staggers away in the direction of the edge of the stage.
John Schoonover runs at Slade Wilson and attempts a running big boot. Slade ducks, and John teeters on the edge of the stage as his momentum almost carries him over to certain doom. Wilson comes charging back as Schoonover turns around. With a violent roar, Slade hits a sort of "cactus clothesline" that sends both John and himself off the stage. Both men go crashing through a table down to the concrete floor, as sparks from broken electrical equipment fly around them.
Immediately trainers and referees flood the stage area, and couple of the personnel shoot fire extinguishers in an attempt to put out burning equipment and to quell the sparks. EMTs quickly arrive with a pair of backboards.
The arena, including John Cartwright and Randy White at the announce table, watches in stunned silence as the Emergency Medical Team carefully place the two broken bodies onto the stretchers and carry them to the back, where they are loaded into ambulances.
JC: God, I knew those two were hardcore and frankly a little crazy, but that was just unbelievable. Slade Wilson just totally sent himself and John Schoonover on a ride straight to Hell.
RW: So much for having a number one contender for the National Championship. I just hope those two men escape any major injury.
JC: Well, after our next match we may or may not have a National Champion at all. The current United States Champion will challenge Josh Konnely for the World Heavyweight Championship in our main event, next.
The StrikeTron shows the clothesline on replay probably a half dozen times as the Arco Arena remains deathly silent until we cut to a plug for next week's pay-per-view.
RW: It’s main event time, ladies and gentlemen. Josh Konnely has another challenge coming his way as he defends his SFT World Heavyweight Championship against the legendary Dave Van Dam.
JC: Van Dam is no stranger to the gold, Randy. He has over twenty World Championships to his name, and that’s just the ones I can remember.
RW: That man deserves all the credit in the world, but there was no excuse for what he did to Icon awhile back. It was a heinous act that-
JC: I’m gonna stop you right there, buddy. All Dave did was take out the trash, plain and simple. Icon kept holding him back for too long, and he did the SFT fans a favor by putting him out to pasture.
RW: Johnny, I don’t care how much of Dave’s Kool Aid you’ve been drinking; there is never a good reason to put a good friend in serious medical condition. We at SFT would like to wish Icon the best of luck in his recovery, and we hope that he gets back home to his family real soon.
JC: Not much of a “big picture” person are you, Randy?
After a brief pause, the announcer steps into the ring with a mic in his hands.
Announcer: Ladies and gentlemen, this is your SFT main event of the night. This contest is scheduled for one fall, and is for the SFT World Heavyweight Championship!
“NEVER BACK DOWN IN THE FACE OF ANGER!”
The lights flicker, and then go out as "Perfect Insanity" by Disturbed blares through the arena. A yellow light illuminates the stage area, and two rockets of pyro fly from the far side of the arena to explode on the stage. Josh Konnely steps out into the smoke left by the exploding pyro, and raises his arms as the crowd cheers loudly for him. With his fists clenched and the SFT World Title wrapped around his waist, Konnely walks down the aisle to ringside
Announcer: First making his way to the ring, hailing from Bridgeport, Connecticut, and weighing in—
But before the announcer can finish his sentence, a figure comes running out from behind the curtain and clotheslines the champ in the back of the neck. Konnely drops face first onto the floor. Once the cameras adjust themselves it’s soon discovered that the attacker is none other than Dave Van Dam. Van Dam, with the National title wrapped around his waist and also wearing his new “I’m better than you…deal with it” T-Shirt.
RW: What the hell is this? The match hasn’t even started yet!
JC: Dave has made the first move, and you know that Van Dam is going to take every advantage he can get in a world title match.
Van Dam looks upon the crowd as a wave of boos make their way to him. He cracks a sly smirk and continues the beat down with kicks to Konnely’s back. Eventually he lifts Konnely back up only to grab him by the back of the neck and whip him straight into the nearest ring steps. The loud thud of bone meeting steel reverberates as the crowd looks on, some with disgust, and others with complete joy. Van Dam takes this moment to take off his National title and wave it up over his head. After another round of boos, he turns to Konnely and bends his knees eagerly waiting for him to get back up.
DVD: Come on, “champ”!
Konnely picks himself off, and turns to face his adversary only to be met with a thick belt plate to the side of the head. He falls like a ton of bricks, and the referee now entering the ring yells at Van Dam to stop and bring this into the ring.
RW: The bell hasn’t even rung yet, and this is being allowed?
JC: Well if it counts, I’m sure Konnely had his own bell rung after colliding with that title belt.
Van Dam looks to the referee, and tosses his title at him. He then goes over to Konnely and unfastens the world title still around his waist. He looks at it briefly before handing that belt to the referee as well. The challenger lifts up Konnely and finally decides to bring this match into the ring. First he hurls the champ under the ropes, and then slides himself into the ring. Upon entering, the referee begrudgingly calls for the bell. It rings, and this match officially starts. However, upon hearing the bell, Van Dam picks up Konnely and sends him over the top rope and to the floor once again. The challenger takes a moment to gesture to the fans by pointing at Konnely and mouthing “THIS is your champion?” They boo louder, but he merely chuckles and exits the ring once again. Van Dam grabs Konnely, and whips him into the barricade hard. The champ shakes his head which is still hurting from that hit with the belt. Van Dam climbs up to the ring apron, and looks down at Konnely. He mockingly waves to him before leaping off for what appears to be a double axe handle smash, but the champ wakes up and darts out of the way. Van Dam has no choice but to connect with the barricade arms first. He pulls back and curses in pain as he holds his surely bruised hands. Konnely takes this moment of reprieve to catch his breath and slide back into the ring. Meanwhile, the referee counts out Dave.
1…2…3…4…
Dave starts hearing the numbers and is quick to slide back under the ring, his hands still numb from that landing. Working through the pain, the challenger goes over to the still fallen Konnely and begins to lift him up, but the ever quick Konnely grabs hold of the waistline of the challenger’s tights and pulls him shoulder first into a turnbuckle post pad. Stunned, Van Dam slumps into the ring post holding his shoulder. Konnely manages to stand up straight for the first time this whole match, and gestures for the challenger to “just bring it” as the crowd chants his name.
RW: Here we go. The champ is ready to get down to business, but he can’t possibly be at 100% after that vicious beating.
JC: We now see DVD’s true colors, and I love it! He’ll get to the top of the mountain by any means necessary.
Once Dave picks himself up and turns around to face the champ, Konnely takes full advantage of the previous injuries and grabs hold of Dave’s right arm. He twists hard into a wrist lock as Van Dam grunts from the severe amount of pain shot through his system. Konnely twists the arm again, and again, and again before breaking things up with an elbow to the forearm. The challenger grabs his arm and shakes it off. He goes for the ropes as support, but Konnely has other ideas. He spins Dave around and connects with an arm drag. Instead of letting go, he pulls back on the arm and uses his knee to push against DVD’s elbow. Dave cries out in agony as each push from Konnely raises the possibility of a separate, or even broken, shoulder higher and higher. Knowing that Dave would not submit anytime soon, Dave releases the hold and stomps down hard on the arm. Konnely then lifts Dave back up and connects with a snap suplex. Still holding onto the neck, Konnely rolls both himself and Van Dam on his stomach and applies a front headlock on him. After another brief moment of struggle, the challenger gets enough strength to lift both himself and Konnely up. Dave takes this opportunity to ram the champ into the turnbuckle back first, and Konnely is forced to release the hold. Dave stands straight up, warms up his good arm, and starts chopping Konnely’s chest until it’s beet red, and even then he adds another one for good measure. Konnely clutches his chest, likely not completely healed from his previous match, and stumbles forward. Dave spots the opening, grabs Konnely’s neck, and connects with a powerful Lay Down DDT! He goes for the cover.
1…2…
Kick out by the champ! Dave grumbles and picks Konnely back up. He goes for another Lay Down DDT, but Konnely has other plans in mind, and lifts Van Dam over his head for a northern lights suplex.
1…2…
Dave kicks out at the very last half second. Konnely’s now back up, and he starts running the ropes. Dave tries to get himself up, and upon doing so, is met with a train wreck of a move called the choke STO. Konnely gets the crowd pumping as he waits for Dave to sit up. When the challenger gets to one knee, Konnely rushes towards and connects with what could arguably be the sickest sounding Shining Yakuza Kick ever heard. The fans let out a collective gasp of shock and Dave slumps to the mat motionless.
RW: OH MY GOD! What a sick kick to Dave’s head! That could be the end right here.
JC: If he’s not dead, he’s going to wish he was in the morning.
Konnely rolls Dave over and with a sigh of relief makes the nonchalant cover.
1…2…
NO! Dave’s foot somehow manages to make its way to the bottom rope. The referee informs Konnely of the rope break, and the champ is nothing short of furious. The crowd boos the referee’s call no matter how legitimate it was. Konnely grabs the limp Dave by his arm and drags him to the center of the ring. He makes another cover, and this time hooks the leg.
1…2…thr-
Kick out! Dave uses whatever amount of consciousness he has left to lift a shoulder up. Konnely gets up and looks down at Dave no doubt wondering what the hell he has to do to put this guy away. He decides to end things quickly, and goes to the challenger’s neck no doubt looking to put him away with Final Extinction. Suddenly, the crowd starts going crazy, and all eyes are drawn to a certain section of the stands. Up in front row, a man in street clothes brushes past the fans and leaps over the barricade. He slides into the ring, and shouts over to Konnely who just now notices him.
RW: And it looks like we’ve got a fan that may have had one too many drinks if he thinks he can take out Konnely.
JC: Wait a minute, Randy. Something seems familiar about this guy…
Konnely yells at the stranger to leave while the referee goes over to him telling him to leave. The man continues to taunt Konnely, and the fans urge the champ to take this guy out. Konnely releases Dave and walks over to the man hoping to scare him off. No dice. The man still berates Konnely, and the referee is forced to hold the champ back before he winds up causing a lawsuit. Once settled, the referee goes back to the mystery man and orders him to leave. Konnely watches both the referee and the random man bicker back and forth.
Meanwhile, Dave slides himself out of the ring and starts waking himself up. While everyone else is distracted, he goes under the ring and pulls out a steel chair. He slides back in and waits for Konnely to turn around. The man, now noticing Dave back up, grabs the referee by the collar and pulls him close while still yelling at him. As if on cue, Dave spins the unsuspecting Konnely around and nails him in the gut with the steel chair. The champ falls to his knees, and Dave takes this time to whack him in the back not once, but twice. Van Dam tosses the chair out before the referee has time to notice.
RW: Dave with a chair to Konnely! And the referee never noticed!
JC: Wait a minute…Randy, I think I know who that guy is!
But before he can say anything, Dave picks Konnely back up, lifts him over his shoulders, and hits him with Legendary Mark! The champ convulses as his back and neck take a severe beating. The man, now knowing Dave has the advantage, releases the referee and exits the ring, but remains at ringside. The referee turns around and spots Dave pinning Konnely.
RW: NO! Not like this! The streak can’t end like this!
The referee makes the count.
1…2…thre-
KICK OUT! The crowd goes nuts as Konnely somehow manages to kick out of Legendary Mark. Dave’s eyes are as wide as plates, and he bangs the mat in anger. The mystery man, out of anger, takes off his shirt and reveals another shirt that simply has the initials “T.V.” on it.
JC: I knew it! Randy, that’s Tyler Veritas! He’s back in SFT, and he’s helping out DVD! How great is that?!
RW: You call wrecking a SFT World Title match great?
Dave picks up Konnely, and upon realizing that the champ is at his mercy, lets out another small chuckle. He points to the fans, and then to Konnely, right before spinning his around and connecting with Total Vandamnation! He makes the light cover.
1…2…3.
And three seconds later, the six month long title reign of Josh Konnely finally comes to an end. Dave pushes himself off of Josh and raises his arms up in victory!
Announcer: Ladies and gentlemen, the winner of this match, and NEW SFT World Heavyweight Champion…DAVE VAN DAM!
RW: IT’S OVER! My God, Johnny! The streak is broken!
JC: This is, without any hyperbole, the greatest moment in SFT history. Dave is once again at the top of the mountain. Look at all that gold he’s carrying!
Johnny’s observation rings true. The referee not only hands Dave back his National Title, but also gives him the SFT World Title. Veritas slides back into the ring, pushes the referee out of the ring, and helps Dave back up. The two embrace in a hug as “Changes” by Tupac plays and the crowd boos loudly, with some even throwing garbage into the ring. Veritas mouths something to Dave who simply nods and holds his arms up. Veritas takes both belt and places one on each of Dave’s shoulders. Still cringing from the pain on his one shoulder, Dave falls to his knees and looks up at the sky.
RW: I can’t condone what happened here tonight. This man stole Konnely’s title from him.
JC: Randy, don’t you get it by now? Win if you can, lose if you must, but always cheat.
Dave eventually gets back up and tells something to Veritas who simply nods and exits the ring. DVD drops his belts and goes over to Konnely.
RW: Wait a minute, what’s this? Why is Dave still going after Konnely? The match is over!
Dave simply kicks Konnely in the side a few times while Veritas goes under the ring and pulls out…a table. The crowd cheers at first, but then realizes what it’s going to be used for, and boos once more. Veritas slides the table into the ring, heads back in, and sets it up in the corner.
RW: Oh no…not this! They did this to Icon! Now they want to do it to Konnely!
JC: He had this coming, Randy. Konnely’s arrogance is coming back to bite him on the ass.
Dave drags the nearly lifeless Konnely to the corner turnbuckle with the table and gives him to Veritas who holds him in place. Dave climbs the turnbuckle, and upon reaching the top, he slices his throat his thumb, and finally hits Konnely with Original Sin through the table!
RW: Good lord! Konnely is broken in half!
JC: Ding Dong, the Champ is dead! Long live the new champ!
RW: That’s all the time we have left. What will the future hold for Konnely? What will happen to SFT now that it’s back in the era of Van Dam?!
Dave gets back up and taunts the crowd while Veritas holds up both title belts behind Van Dam. Konnely is motionless as he lies surrounded by table debris. As the crowd continues to boo and throw things at them, the SFT logo appears and the show fades to black.