MATCH NUMBER ONE
Jack Jones vs. Daniel Jacobson
Standard Match

The bell rings when Jacobson goes for a cheap yakuza kick to take off Jones’s head. He ducks though, and shunts Jacobson into the turnbuckle. Jones runs into the back of him, sandwiching him and following it up with a quick and effective release German suplex.

RW: What an incredible move that was.

Jacobson is back up to his feet quickly and this time hits a clothesline sending Jones over the top rope, but he lands on the apron and pulls Jacobson’s hair, throwing him to the ground. He climbs the turnbuckle and hits an elbow quickly. He goes for the pin.

ONE. TWO. Kickout.

RW: Jacobson is pissed now. He’s trying to make his big comeback and a little punk is showing his worst side!

Jacobson leaps up onto his feet holding his chest only for a moment. He hits the 619 and goes for a pin.

ONE! TWO!

JC: Jones’s leg found the rope!

Both men take a quick breath before getting up. After a quick exchange, a hard shot from Jacobson dazes Jones and gives him the chance to go for a powerbomb. Jones climbs over the top and hits the Canadian Destroyer! He gets to his feet and rolls out of the ring! ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR! FIVE!

RW: The fans don’t know what to think of this match it is awesome but they seem disinterested.

JC: Well Duh half of them aren’t here yet.

SIX! SEVEN!

Jacobson is back up and shouts at Jones to get back in. He runs forward and grabs Jones with a lightning fast blow, hits him with something! Jacobson goes sprawling back leaving the referee to see whether he’s still even conscious! Jones drops something and rolls back in. The fans reaction is still mixed with all the marks and smarks out there. Jones doesn’t cover, but whips Jacobson into the ropes, then does it again on the rebound and then a third time. He keeps on doing this until Jacobson looks exhausted.

JC: What is this?

Jones then finally runs forward and brings Jacobson down with the kitchen sink.

Jones climbs back up onto the turnbuckle and this time he hits a moonsault, almost perfectly! But Jacobson isn’t there! Jacobson is up on his feet staggering around the ring when he gathers his bearings and lifts Jones up. He laughs in his face and then slaps him. Jones goes for a head butt but Jacobson ducks, brings him down with a judo toss and locks in a figure four leglock!

RW: Jones looks like he’s going to tap!

But he doesn’t. He slowly crawls along the mat and reaches the ropes for the second time in the match. Jones gets up with a limp and out of no where hits a huge lariat that sends Jacobson flying arse over it. Jones drops down too and takes time to regain his stamina. The referee isn’t much sure what to do so he starts the count out.

JC: A double count out? I haven’t seen one of those in some time. but both men are up by eight, cutting it close.

RW: I hate count outs anyway.

Jones looks the more confident of the two, standing upright while Jacobson is leaning into the turnbuckle. Jones goes for a huge spear but Jacobson jumps up, rolls over and sunset flips Jones, releases the hold straight away, slaps his opponent across the face and drags him up!

JC: The Last Chance!

Jacobson just hit his finisher on Jones and rolled him over into the pin.

ONE! TWO! THREE!

WINNER OF THIS MATCH: Daniel Jacobson? via Pinfall!!!

RW: What an awesome opening match to kick off another great edition of Breakdown.

JC: Jacobson really showed his worth there and looks to ascend back to the top of the SFT.

RW: Jack Jones put up a good effort, but it wasn't enough to overcome Daniel Jacobson on this day.

MATCH NUMBER TWO
Lion vs. Rayn
Standard Match

JC: Next up is a huge triple threat match.

RW: It's a mixture of past, present and future. Legend representing the past, Rayn the present, and Lion the future!

All of the sudden “Changes” by Tupac blares throughout the arena and the fans ascend to their feet as they realize that The Immortal Outlaw Dave Van Dam is about to pop his head from behind the curtains. He does and the boos intensify. Dave stands atop the runway with a big smile on his face. He rolls the mic around in his hand for a second and then begins to speak.

DVD….Well I know you all are waiting for the triple threat match, but I have some bad news. Rayn and Legend had transportation issues and could not make it to the arena tonight.

The fans boo…

DVD…..So instead I thought I would come out and grace you with my presence, as I have a huge announcement to make.

RW: Huge announcement?

Next week on Breakdown we will have a tag match. In one corner it will be Rayn of Destiny….

The fans erupt.

DVD…And in the other corner we will have Ray Cross and Dark Wolf…So enjoy.

The fans erupt! DVD begins to walk away from the stage but stops for a second.

DVD…And that's not all! As myself and Icon have told you many times in the past we have a plan for everything. Reno, don’t think I forgot that you are the number one contender to the US Title. You will receive that match at our next PayPerView against Dark Wolf in a.... let me think….Barnacle match?!…..No…..Umm….a tickle me elmo match?!….No….Ah, I got it! At our next PayPerView, it will be Reno Destiny versus The Dark Wolf in a....LADDER MATCH! But wait! It get's better. The ladder match will take place inside of a 20 FOOT HELL IN A CELL! And now that's how you start a REVOLUTION!

The fans erupt once again.

RW: What a ginormous announcement from DVD.

JC: Next week, we'll see Rayn of Destiny against Cross and Dark Wolf.

RW: And at the next payperview, it's gonna be Dark Wolf versus number one contender Reno Destiny in a Hell in a Cell, Ladder match...and the US Title will be one the line!

JC: Folks, too much to process, we'll take a two minute commercial break so everyone can wrap their heads around that!

WINNER OF THIS MATCH: WInner via Method!!!

The Icon: Livewire, did you really think I was going to come out here and fight you?! I'm above getting into the ring with some G-Unit Thug or whatever you think you are. I'm not coming out here and trying to get shot. But I do have an announcement to make and it does concern you and this IC Title that I have over my shoulder.

RW: What a coward. Livewire has prepared all week for this match and the ICON is just gonna stand him up basically?!

JC: I guess when you're the one running the show, you can do whatever you want.

The Icon: Dave Van Dam has more important things to deal with than worrying about this title. So for the time being, the title is going to be vacated. Now Livewire, I know you won the number one contender's match to the IC title at Road to Salvation. Good for you. But you're going to learn that things in life, and more so, here in the SFT aren't going to just be handed to you. We're going to find you a worthy opponent and the two of you will wrestle each other for the opportunity at being the new Intercontinental Champion! So Livewire, get out of the ring. You have the night off!

MATCH NUMBER THREE
Livewire vs. Josh Konnely
Standard Match

JC: That was last week. It was supposed to be ICON versus Livewire, but the boss decided to give himself the night off.

RW: But Livewire got some good news in that he will get his IC Title match, but apparently, it's not gonna be against DVD.

RW: Let's get to ringside where the introductions have been completed. Josh Konnely and Livewire are ready to go.

JC: Should be a great match. A former World Champion whom DVD could not beat in Josh Konnely…

RW: Watch it boss you know he is signing our paychecks now right?

John shoots him and arrogant look.

JC: And a man who is on the rise in this federation. Livewire.

Both men lock up in the middle of the ring, side headlock by Livewire but Konnely whips him off the rope as he comes back Livewire goes for a shoulder block but doesn’t budge Konnely as both men stand looking at each other. Another tie up this time, Konnely takes Wire into a side headlock this time Livewire whips Konnely off the ropes as he comes back Konnely goes for a shoulder block but it doesn’t work, again both men stare at each other.

JC: Typical rock on rock contact.

RW: Rock on Rock? What the fuck are you thinking? .

Both men go for a tie up but this time Livewire with a knee to the midsection then he whips Konnely off the ropes and hit’s a hip toss, follows it up with a quick elbow then another, and another. Before leaping up and putting his knee across the throat of Konnely almost snapping his wind pipe. Picking him up Livewire hit’s a power bomb and goes for a cover, ONE . . . TWO . . . KICK OUT.

RW: Close fall there, Konnely isn’t giving up this early.

JC: Could you expect any less? I mean he is a former World Champ.

RW: How many time are you going to say that during the course of this match?

JC: As many as I want.

Livewire is up and pulls up Konnely and goes for another power bomb but Konnely hit’s a hurricanerunna and follows it up with thunderous punches towards the forehead of Livewire. Konnely gets up and bounces off the ropes and hit’s a dropkick to the face of Livewire who was just getting up. Konnely helps him up and sends him into the corner.

RW: This is some great action. No wonder the SFT is the premier wrestling organization in the world.

JC: No doubt!

RW: What? No Doubt? Have you been hanging out with Livewire in the back?

Konnely runs and leaps onto Livewire and begins pounding his four head, ONE, TWO, THREE, FOUR, FIVE, SIX, SEVEN, EIGHT, NINE, TEN. Jumping down Konnely hit’s a belly to belly suplex and covers Livewire. ONE . . . TWO . . . KICK OUT.

JC: Looks like Livewire doesn’t want to give this match up either.

RW: Shut up, I hate your face.

JC: What did I say?

RW: Ahh nothing just a favorite line from a great movie. Role Models. You seen it?

JC: Let’s get back to the action shall we?

Pulling up Livewire Konnely goes to pick him up but Livewire hit’s a forearm to the back and then another before hitting a face buster and both men are down.

JC: Both men are down and on their backs.

RW: Like two dollar hookers.

JC: What?

RW: Quit playing it off you know…

JC: Back to the match.

Livewire and Konnely get to thier feet, and out of nowhere, Konnely hits the 'Konflict Theory', then makes a pin... 1..... 2..... 3!!

RW: That Konflict theory came out of no where.

JC: Indeed it did.

WINNER OF THIS MATCH: Josh Konnely via Pinfall!!!

RW: Livewire hit a bump in the road there with Josh. Konnely is a former Champion and beating him would have catapulted Livewire.

"Changes" by TuPac blasts over the PA. Dave Van Dam, with his IC Title over his shoulder, stands atop the stage once again.

JC: What's goin on here? Graced with his presence once again?

Dave Van Dam: Livewire, last week I told you I was going to vacate my IC Title, but I've changed my mind!

RW: What?! Can he do that?!

DVD: Since I can pretty much do anything I want, I have decided that next week, you WILL get your shot at MY Intercontinental Title...And it will be against ME!

The crowd pops at the announcement.

DVD: But rest assured Livewire, I've given myself the last three weeks off. I'm more than ready to go. So if you think taking my title is gonna be easy, you have another thing coming...G!

DVD: But listen up Livewire! An old friend of mine mentioned something to me recently. He mentioned he also won a numbers one contenders match for the IC title at Bad Chemistry. His name is Kyle Murphy. And Kyle, what the hell, let’s make this a triple threat match!

JC: ARE YOU KIDDING ME?!

RW: BLOCKBUSTER ANNOUCEMENT AFTER BLOCKBUSTER ANNOUNCEMENT TONIGHT!

DVD makes a face like he's some gangsta as an obvious show of disrespect to Livewire. DVD's music hits and he makes his way to the back.

JC: Wow! Another major announcement for next week's episode of Breakdown!

RW: DVD will be putting his IC Title on the line against the number one contender...Livewire and the man he took the title from Kyle Murphy!

JC: And speaking of Kyle Murphy, his match with Reno Destiny is up....NEXT!

Camera cuts to a recap from last week's Breakdown...

The scene cuts backstage to Rayn leaving his and Reno's locker room to get ready for his match. Then, from down the hall, we see The Dark Wolf with US Championship in hand walk up to the door and knock on it.

Reno: Who is it?

DW: Its Wolf. I want to talk to you about the US Championship.

Reno creeks open the door suspiciously as Wolf stands there with the belt and his arm in a sling. All beat up from last week.

DW: Congratulations Champ. Im here to give you the belt. I am not facing you next week. I am not sure if you saw what I had to say.....

Reno: I saw it. And as much as I wanted to face you, I guess that’s not in the cards.

Reno opens the door a bit and Wolf walks in behind him. Reno turns around and Dark Wolf, with his bad arm, nails Reno across the face with the US Championship Belt. DW grabs Reno and nails him with Midnight on the cement floor! Dark Wolf shakes his head and takes off the sling and pulls a set of handcuffs out of the sling.

RW: Holy shit! Wolf was faking it the whole time!!!

JC: ha ha ha. Wow, I guess he is who he is. Nothing has changed

. The Dark Wolf drags Reno into the bathroom and handcuffs him to the handicap rails by the toilet.

RW: It looks like Wolf WILL be defending his US Title after all!

MATCH NUMBER FOUR
??? vs. ???
????? Match

"Mutherfucker Of The Year" by Mötley Crüe hits the loudspeakers and gold pyro erupts at the stage area. Kyle Murphy walks out with a grin on his face. 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 out at his side, palm up, 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 raises his arms and flexes his muscles. The crowd roars its approval, and Kyle steps down from the middle rope. Murphy then crosses to the center of the ring and shakes out his arms as he waits.

JC: Well, I'd be smiling too if I was just told I was finally getting my IC title opportunity.

RW: The triple threat IC Title match has just been announced. And Kyle now gets to warm up for next week with his match against Reno Destiny.

"I STAND ALOOOOONNNNEEEE!" The electric Guitar blasts over the PA and the crowd awaits Reno Destiny's appearance. The camera closes in on the entrance way but no sign of Reno.

JC: Um...

The camera cuts backstage to the Locker room. A door has been busted in on someone's personal locker room. The door jack is all busted up. The camera rushes in on the door and the camera catches Dark Wolf's name plate on the door. You can hear scuffling from the audio feed and the camera man comes into the locker room where Reno Destiny is punching Dark Wolf over and over again. Reno picks up Dark Wolf and throws him head over heels into the wooden lockers against the wall, breaking them like pencils. Dark Wolf's back is bleeding as the shards over wood have cut him open. Reno grabs Dark Wolf by the head and slams him head first into the concrete wall. He drags DW into the back bathroom whips DW into the tile wall of the shower, cracking the tile wall. He stands DW up next to the full length mirror and hits him with FATE! The back of DW's head crashes against the mirror as the entire thing shatters and falls to the floor.

Reno Destiny: Dark Wolf, you embarrassed me last week. You come into my locker room pretending to be my friend and say you're going to hand the US Title over to me because you're retiring and your shoulder is hurt...You didn't think you were going to have to pay for that?! In a few weeks we're going to be inside a hell in a cell. Take what I've done to you tonight as a minor example of what I'm going to do to you at the PayPerView. You may be a legend, Wolf, but I'm going to be a Champion! And it's gonna be at your expense!

As for you Kyle, rest up for that IC title Match you have. I have more important things than you to worry about. But rest assured Kyle, I will see you down the line and you will get yours!

The camera cuts back in ring. The ref begins a mandatory 10 count. The ref reaches ten and calls for the bell.

Winner by Forfeit, Kyle Murphy!

WINNER OF THIS MATCH: Kyle Murphy via Pinfall!!!

MATCH NUMBER FIVE
The Dark Wolf vs. Redd
Standard Non Title Match

RW: Well John this next bout should be quite interesting, wouldn't ya say?

JC: I'm guessing so Randy, with Redd always ready to inflict some pain on people, and DW just getting attacked a few ago, well, this could be just all bad.

RW: Speaking of Redd, I believe he is on his way down the ramp. Amanda Summers: Now making his way to the ring, at 6'5 and weighing in at 220lbs, "The Forgotten One" REDD...!

Surely enough "The Ballad" can be heard playing over the PA while "The Forgotten One" makes his way down the aisle in his very ominous way. Approaching the apron Redd takes a few quick paces, sliding himself under the bottom rope and into the ring, rising to his feet only to turn around and face the ramp, waiting for Dark Wolf's arrival.

RW: That same serious look we are used to on the face of Redd.

JC: It might turn to a look of pain real soon here though Randy, our next competitor is NO JOKE, and thats for sure.

he guitar intro to Plowed by Sponge begins as the arena stands on its feet. Fans with their signs peer to get a glimpse of The Dark Wolf. Then the Drum beat picks up The lights dim and the vocals kick in, the crowd ERUPTS expecting one of their more favorite "crazies" to pop out from behind the curtain. But there is no Dark Wolf to be seen. Amanda Summers sits mildly confused, but doesn't miss a beat.

Amanda Summers: And his opponent, from the City of Angels, weighing in at 212lbs, THE DARK WOLF...!...

The arena sits with music still flowing throughout it, with no Dark Wolf to be seen, the crowd is beginning to get slightly anxious waiting and begin to chant "This is lame!".

JC: The fans might riot here tonight Randy, it's been a few years... We had our lucky streak...

RW: Wait, IS THAT?!?

As the music begins to fade away the curtain is throw aside as a bloody, battered, bruised being steps out with his head ducked down and after stumbling a few paces it is made obvious that the man is none other than, The Dark Wolf. The crowd re-erupts as the music once again begins to play, almost carrying DW to the ring. Amanda Summers makes a re-introduction as DW gets to the ring, slowly pacing around one of the sides, trying not to take his eyes off of Redd.

RW: DW lookin a little thrashed at the moment.

JC: Well after what just happened a few ago wouldn't you be kinda "thrashed" too Randy?

RW: Point taken.

DW then hoists himself onto the apron, sliding under the bottom rope, but he has no time to arrive to his feet as the bell sounds while a proverbial "mudhole" begins to be stomped deep into the chest of DW. After a few more boots Redd is quick to drop a straight elbow down onto his opponent, half way taking the wind out of DW. Then picking up the already half beaten man Redd delivers a quick snap suplex, rolling it over into a pin.

RW: Early pin may spell victory.

1...! 2...! Kickout!

JC: Even a half beaten man won't let you do that to him.

Picking DW up to his feet once again Redd Irish Whips the smaller man into the far corner, following in with a hard clothesline, taking DW's legs off the ground for a moment. Then grabbing the head of DW, Redd snapmares his opponent out of the corner only to deliver a short dropkick to the back of DW's head, whiplashing the Wolf's cranium and sending him back flat on his back. Looking out at the crowd for a moment Redd then is quick to climb the turnbuckle, motioning towards his head.

RW: Suicide JUMP!!!

Redd leaps attempting his diving headbutt, but DW moves out of the way and both men are down. After a couple of second DW is beginning to use the ropes to get to his feet as Redd is already at a standing base clutching his nose and forehead. Redd then recieves a boot to the gut from DW bending him over at the waist, DW then takes this time to grab Redd by the back of the head and send him out of the ring through the ropes. Redd bounces off of the mat hard as the crowd "ooo's" from the impact.

RW: Redd learning from his mistakes hopefully.

JC: He might have learned not to jump from the top rope that early again, but that impact might have just made him forget all about it.

Redd begins to get to his feet, half dazed from the fall and hit. DW taking a look first at Redd then out at the crowd turns away from his opponent and begins to pick up speed towards the ropes, then returning to the side of the ring where Redd still sits dazed, DW sends himself flying through the ropes in his own "suicide" attempt, a suicide dive. Instead of the mens bodies colliding however their forearms bounce away from eachother causing their heads to crash together hard as both men hit the guardrail. With this the ref begins to count.

RW: Could be a count-out for the two of them!

1...2...3... DW begins to move, using the rail to help himself up, 4....Redd is slightly moving side to side, 5....6... DW is all the way up to his feet and making his way towards the ring as Redd is barely to a sitting position, seemingly the one who took the hardest head-to-head out of the two. 7...8... DW then rolls under the bottom rope and back out of the ring, breaking the count for the time being. Taking a moment to catch his breath DW then throws up the apron and takes a knee, looking for something.

JC: Besides the fact DW could have just had this entire match won, it's not a hardcore match, what does he think he is doing?

RW: Maybe at this point the man just doesn't care anymore.

As DW returns to his feet a steel chair can be seen in his hand, but as he raises it up to the sky to signal the crowd what he is holding we see Redd deliver a vicious double-axe handle, knocking DW forward and sending the chair through the ropes and into the ring near the corner. Then, grabbing the head of DW, Redd walked his opponent over to the ring post, sending him eye socket first off the huge steel pole. The ref is now not even worried about counting as much as getting the men into the ring, hollering at them through the ropes.

RW: The ref wants the fight in the ring, but the men don't care I don't think.

JC: I'm guessing for some reason they just wanna beat the hell out of eachother.

Looking up at the ref for a moment only to grimace at the "zebra" Redd then clutches DW by the back of the head once more, sending him under the bottom rope and into the ring. Following shortly there after Redd lifts up DW setting him in the corner near the chair, then peering around for another moment Redd leans down and picks up the chair, setting it up facing DW.

JC: Redd possibly offering The Dark Wolf a seat?

RW: Highly doubtful John, highly...

Leaning DW back Redd delivers a loud chop across the chest, followed by a few jabs to the jaw line and sternum. Pointing down at the chair Redd then tries to lift up DW onto the top rope only to be met with a headbutt directly to the bridge of the nose, causing blood to instantly flow from the nostrils of Redd, sitting him back and down into the chair. The dazed DW see's this as his opprotunity, mounting the top rope backwards DW begins to lose a touch of balance, needing to hold onto the rope to keep himself in the ring.

RW: Redd taking a uhhh "breather" and DW looking like a "drinky crow" up there on the rope.

JC: I smell victory right around the corner for one of these men!

As DW begins to fully regain his balance and look towards Redd we see "The Forgotten One" launch out of the chair, leaping into the air and grabbing the back of DW's head holding it tightly to his knees. Both men drop hard to the ground, The Dark Wolf's head crashes off the knees of Redd, but Redd's head ALSO crashed off of something, the seat of the chair... Both men now lie completely motionless, in two seperate heaps in the corner of the ring, the ref has no choice but to begin counting. 1...2...3...4...

JC: HOLY CRAP, huge counter by Redd! But that could have taken him out too!

RW: Wits are a great thing John, except for when they work against you that is. 5...6...7...

RW: BOTH MEN STILL HAVE YET TO MOVE! 8...9...

JC: Could we have a...? 10!!!

JC: And it is! A Double-Count-Out! Both men technically have won and well lost, in the same match.

RW: With those injuries piling, im guessing I would call it a lose.

JC: That's cause your a pessimist Randy.

The bell rings as the referee begins to check on both men, first rolling DW out onto the apron and then lifting the head of Redd up from the ground, trying to see if there is any sign of life in the man who possibly took the hardest blow. The ref then moves over to DW checking on him before waving towards the back for EMT's to make their way to the ring. But as the camera focuses on the EMT's beginning to make their way down the ramp a commotion can be heard from in the ring.

JC: It's Daniel Jacobson, where the hell did he come from?!?

RW: Birds and the bee's John.... Oh wait, ya, uhh from under the ring I believe...

The crowd is going nuts as "The Warrior" stands over Redd who still lie bleeding on the ground next to a half mangled chair. Lifting up Redd and placing him in the corner Jacobson takes a look out at the crowd smiling for a moment before grabbing the chair and laying it down in front of the turnbuckle.

RW: What could "The Warrior" have on his mind?

Then lifting Redd up and sitting him on the top rope, Jacobson adjusts the taller mans head down onto his shoulder and begins to look out at the crowd, signalling a thumbs up and then a thumbs down before yelling...

Daniel Jacobson: LAST CHANCE!!!

Taking an almost running start Jacobson dives out of the corner dropping the face and head of Redd directly off of the steel chair, spraying blood in the near by area. At this point the EMT's have made it into and around the ring, they then try to intervene by getting between Redd and Jacobson, taking a moment to survey the situation Jacobson can only smiling and repeat "Your Last Chance" as he slides out of the ring with the bloody steel chair in hand, making his way back up the rampway, feeling "victorious" in his own right.

JC: Holy crap... I'm kinda lost... Did "The Warrior" just...?

RW: Yes, yes he did John, and I am just as confused, let's just try to move on with this insane night.

WINNER OF THIS MATCH: Double Countout

MATCH NUMBER SIX
Anishinabe vs. The Beast Dameon
World Title Match

"Life Or Death" by C.murder hits as Anishinabe starts to come down to the ring to many cheers, the crowd giving him a nice welcome.

RW: Anishinabe comes full blast this time for the world title, he and Average Mike pulled out an upset and his reward is a title match.

The arena lights dim as the Striketron fills with static, the words "A Revolution in Pain." appear a midst the salt and pepper scheme holding a hue of red, the opening notes of strike out through the PA the arena begins to flash with blood red lights, and as the rest of the guitars slowly join in strobe lights begin to flare in the entry way. Dameon then throws the curtain aside and steps out onto the stage as the vocals roar sending chills down the spines of children and soon to be mothers alike. Dameon throws his arms into the air with Kendo Stick in one hand, in the other his Hardcore Title, and around his waist is the prestigious World Heavyweight Title, Dameon then begins to make his way to the ring. "Never too late to stand your ground - Revolution begins In you - In me - Revolution!...BEGINS!!!" Standing about midway down the ramp Dameon begins to point out to the crowd who are half and half cheering and booing for "The Beast" of the SFT. Continuing his way down to ringside Dameon makes his way towards the announcers table, stopping momentarily to look down onto John and Randy, before sliding into the ring, heading to the nearest corner, climbing it, and throwing the "X" above his head once again. "Once lost - Lost in their game Mental chains breaking now Set yourself free Who are they to tell you what to do? The stage is not set, the road is not chosen Your fate not preordained They are losing control - every step of the way" Dameon now steps down from the turnbuckle, lays his kendo stick on the apron of the ring, detaches his World Heavyweight Title, then turns to the crowd roaring as he throws an "X" into the air, continuing to proclaim his dominance he hands his titles down to the ring aid, and begins to loosen his wrists preparing for the battle ahead.

JC: The world title on the line. No escape one man will win.

The bell rings. Dameon starts it off with a punch than an uppercut, the ref warns him about closed fist punches. Dameon with a knee to the gut followed by a knee to the throat. Dameon now with a back arm throat drop. He picks up Anish and nails him with a back breaker! He covers Anish the ref counts 1……………..2…………..kickout!

RW: A little early there Id think.

JC: Dameon does not want to get into a long drawn out match with Anish, the sort of punishment Dameon has received will have taken its toll.

Dameon stands up as hes is, Anish nails him with a quick shoulder block then a drop toe hold. Anish with a quick pickup and nailing a gut buster. Dameon locks in a leg lock as Dameon now gets pressure applied to his lower leg.

RW: This might be it, the ropes look a million miles away.

Dameon is obvious pain now as he tries to slowly make his way to the ring. Every crawl to the ropes is a testament of pain and sheer will power. Anish does not let up.

JC: I think Anishinabe might break Dameons leg right off.

Dameon does a sort of push up and literally does a front crab walk as he is pulling Anish slowly but surely towards the ropes. Finally after what seems an eternity in pain, Dameon grabs hold of the ropes and is finally freed.

RW: I think the damage just got made, Dameon will find it hard to recover from that.

Anish stands over Dameon and starts to nail him with rights and lefts, showing nose mercy and busting his nose. Anish with an elbow on Dameon. Dameon turns his body sending Anish outside the ring. Dameon stands up hobbling on one leg. He lunges out of the ring flying with a clothesline that nails Anish as both men go barricading to the steel guardrail!

JC: Holy mother, did you see that, both men are now fly food lying squished and battered.

They begin to move around slowly. Anish is the first one up as the ref is already on a 4 count. He jumps in the ring at 5. Dameon is up slowly he gets in the ring at the 7 count.

They look at each other battered and tired and Dameon limping. Anish tries to sweep the other leg but Dameon jumps forward hitting Anish with a flying shoulder block ala Kevin Greene. Dameon with an elbow drop on the face of Anish. Dameon now on one leg off the second turnbuckle with a leg drop he covers Anish as the ref counts 1………….2…………………….kickout!

RW: Once again Dameon with a near miss win.

Dameon is up and tired and limping goes up way up high and flies off Macho Man style but Anish moves outta the way! Anish now tired waits as the dizzied Dameon gets up and Dameon is hit with a reverse DDT!

JC: Oh my gawd!

Anish now with a cover on Dameon, 1…………..2…………………..kickout! Anishinabe smells blood in the water, he picks up Dameon and appears to be going for his finisher a powerbomb but as Dameon goes up he nails an X-Factor that looked impossible. Dameon with a big time spinebuster as he levels Anishinabe. Dameon sets up and nails his Krosstika as he covers Anish for the 1…………………….2…………………3!

RW: That’s it, its over, Dameon retains the world title!

WINNER OF THIS MATCH: Dameon via Pinfall!!!

JC: Dameon has overcome the odds yet again! I can't believe this!

RW: Anishinabe got the best of Dameon last week, but couldn't get it done on his own.

JC: But he did put up one hell of a fight and has made a big splash even in defeat!

The Camera cuts back in-ring. Dameon grabs a down and out Anishinabe and sits him up. Dameon has a crazed look in his face.

RW: Does any of this make you uncomfortable?

JC: The look in Dameon's eye or the fact that your hand is on my thigh? Dameon pulls a straight edge blade from his boot. He raises up to Anishinabe's head threatening to scalp him.

RW: What's with Dameon wanting to scalp Anishinabe lately?

Camera switches to the entranceway, where without introduction, The ICON comes running down to ringside. The ICON apparently doesn't want blood on his hands. He realizes he's been pushing Dameon's buttons and maybe has pushed him too far.

The Icon: Dameon, you crazy fuck, put the damn blade down. I will not hesitate to strip you of your SFT World Heavyweight Title. I dare you to give me a reason.

Dameon, defiant, puts the blade right up against Anishinabe's head!

The Icon: NO! NO! WAIT! Wait just a damn second!

Dameon just laughs as he begins to wave the blade at The ICON. He drops Anishinabe back to the canvas, stands up and takes a mic of his own.

Dameon: Ya know, you're a funny guy there, Rick.Yea, reeeeeeeal funny guy, right? Threatening to strip me of MY title?! You need me as your champion and you know it! You come in here and try to establish some authority against me and you think that that's just gonna fly. That I'm gonna conform to what you want. No no no, I don't think so! You think you can just jaunt on in here and take over this place with your little life mate, but I got news for ya: It's not gonna happen like that my "friend"! Not in this life OR any other life... Life... I have an idea, Rick. Lets step into your life for a second shall we?

JC: Where's Dameon going with this?

RW: How am I supposed to know what this crazy son of a bitch is thinking?

Icon looks confused, while Dameon points to the Strike-tron. The Strike-tron changes to a view outside of The ICON's house! The ICON's face goes pale.

JC: Dameon is stalking The ICON?

Dameon: Whats wrong Rick? Didn't think I could find things out? You think like everyone else I'm just some rambling idiot, Rick?!

Camera cuts back to the Strike-tron. Howie Feltersnatch, an interviewer, comes into view of the camera with a mic in hand...

Howie: We are here in front SFT Co-Owner The ICON's house. I've been told by Dameon that I have to be here, but I'm not completely sure why. It's a lovely scene here folks, really. It is just gorgeous. I mean look at the view...

The Cameraman pans the across the ICON's estate. A little off of the main property, you see a smaller outhouse, so to speak. It's known that inside of that smaller building is where The ICON keeps all of his SFT/SFW memoribillia. All of his world titles, his countless other titles, his Hall of Fame statues, rings and plaques...It's his one and only treasure. Everything that has meant anything to him from his last 11 years in this business is beautifully displayed in that building.

From the side we can hear something like a construction vehicle beeping. The camera pans over and there's a huge crane with a wrecking ball attached.

JC: Oh no!

The operator of the wrecking ball pulls the vehicle back and swings it in the direction of ICON's treasure trove. The wrecking ball comes crashing through the building, with everything crumbling to the ground in one swing. There's nothing left but rubble. Screams are heard from the main estate as the camera cuts back, the ICON's wife and four year old daughter have come rushing to the front door to see what the commotion was. The camera closes up on the two, balling their eyes out. The camera fades with a close up of his four year old crying her eyes out.

RW: Dameon set this up! Dameon has just taken everything away from The ICON. Over ten years of history, GONE!

With a sadistic overtone, The Beast speaks...

Dameon: You have a good night there, ICON. Tell your wife and daughter the World Champion said "Hello". Even though I think they got the message already, don't you?

With absolute fury in the eyes of The ICON, he charges the ring and slides under the bottom rope. He charges Dameon but Dameon ducks under a clothesline attempt and slides outta the ring. He grabs his World Title, hops the barricade and make his way out of the arena waving mockingly at The ICON. The ICON leans against the ropes practically foaming at the mouth...

JC: What a way to end Breakdown. Dameon has fought back against the ICON here tonight. What a message sent.

RW: But what recourse has Dameon just set up for himself?! He must be crazy to challenge the authority of The ICON.

JC: After what the ICON has put Dameon through the last few weeks, I can only imagine what next week has in store. Don't forget, IC Title on the line next week and a huge tag match announced as well.

RW: We're outta time...Don't miss out next week for another HUGE Breakdown!

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