::BREAKDOWN
OPENING::
Breakdown's opening sequence plays out as we go to ringside!
RW: Welcome ladies and gentlemen to another episode of Sunday Night Breakdown !
JC:We are one week away from Vendetta live on PayPerView!
RW: And it all comes down to this week. US Title shot and number one contender opportunity are on the line!
JC: We'll also see Dameon and Anish battle it out in the finals of the IC Title Tournament to decide the number one contender to that title.
RW: And our World Champion will have one last tune up match before his epic battle with Dave Van Dam at Vendetta!
JC: If you've been living under a rock... then you wouldn't know what happened last night on SFT On Demand!
RW: SFT Hardcore Champion "Unable 2 Handle" Jay Gamble was doing a dress rehearsal of his appearance on tonight's show that featured his comrade Airborne exposing Jay's big secret.
JC: Before today's event could even take place, the secret was blown on television last night!
RW: Roll that beautiful bean footage.
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"Dead Memories" by Slipknot start to play and green pyrotechnics shoot out from the stage. Through the sparks walks "Unable 2 Handle" Jay Gamble with a smile on his face. This bit of a dress rehearsal for his appearance on the show tomorrow night. As he walks down the ramp, he pretends there are thousands of screaming fans and imagines that they are only there to see him. He slaps hands with the air. When he gets to the ring, he walks up the steps and looks out at the empty arena. He steps between the top and middle ropes, then walks to the opposite corner and jumps to the middle rope, raising his fists in the air. He imagines that the fans are chanting his name and starts to mouth out what they would say...
| Jay Gamble | GAM-BLE! GAM-BLE! GAM-BLE! GAM-BLE!
He jumps down and nods, agreeing with the imaginary cheering from the fans. Now that he stands in the middle of the ring alone... he speaks...
| Jay Gamble | I feel like I've been here before. Oh, it was about a week ago when I won the SFT Hardcore Championship! Amazing how the time flies. One week ago, I knew I would defeat Ray Cross for this title.
He smacks the Hardcore Championship around his waist.
| Jay Gamble | One week after I started my reign as the greatest Hardcore Champion of all time... I have the chance of a lifetime. Well, a chance of a lifetime if I had a really shitty life, that is. I am teaming with The Accountant for the very first time to take on TK Money and Twilight. Yes, the former Tag Team Champions... known as Blood Money... who can't even beat Dave Van Dam in a handicap match. How much trash can I talk about two guys who don't even deserve the simplest of words I could possibly throw at them.
Just then... "The Renegade" by (hed) P.E. starts to play and Jay's head jolts toward the stage. Gold sparks fall from the top of the StrikeTron and Airborne walks out from backstage holding a microphone.
| Airborne | Testing. Testing. 1-2-3. Testing. 3-2-1. Is this thing on?
From inside the ring, Jay nods his head.
| Airborne | Good, good. This is the part where I come out and ruin your Thanksgiving right?
Jay looks around and sees a microphone on the edge of the ring. He picks it up.
| Jay Gamble | Yeah. You say something about my little secret, then you unmask, then you out me. Then security drags us from the building.
| Airborne | I don't know man. That seems like a lot of work man. Why don't we just do it now?
| Jay Gamble | Stick to the script, Airborne.
| Airborne | You don't have to call me that.
| Jay Gamble | Yes, I do. Until tomorrow, at least.
| Airborne | This is getting boring, Jay. Can't I just get it over with now?
| Jay Gamble | No. Don't do it.
| Airborne | But it's a dress rehearsal. I think I should finish it just to make sure I... you know... get it right.
| Jay Gamble | Just wait until tomorrow. Please?
| Airborne | Fine...
Airborne nods his head and turns around. Jay is about to go back to what he was doing until Airborne suddenly turns around and rips off his mask.
| Jay Gamble | NOOOOOO!!!!!
Holy shit. This can't be.
| Airborne | Oh, it's true. It's damn true.
That's Majestic [Wrestling] Lionheart Champion "The Renegade" Shawn Walsh!
| Shawn Walsh | Fuck yeah it is!
| Jay Gamble | Thanks a lot, Shawn. You just ruined half of the storyline. Don't you even think about touching the second half. We can save that for tomorrow. Please?
| Shawn Walsh | Fine...
Walsh turns around again. Just as Jay is about to get back to business, Walsh turns around.
| Shawn Walsh | You're really SFT Hall of Famer "Der Führer" Nathan Gust and you have been the whole time!
WHAT!?
| Nathan Gust | MOTHERFUCK!!
I don't want to believe it, but it's true! All this time... he wasn't really Jay Gamble! I don't know what to do with myself now. I feel so... dirty. He will surely be banned for outing himself and I will be out of a job. This sucks.
| Nathan Gust | Don't worry, narrator. You can always file for unemployment.
Oh yeah. That's right. Are we done here?
| Nathan Gust | Yeah, I guess. I was going to talk some more shit... but Shawn ruined my whole storyline... so I'm going to go kick his ass.
| Shawn Walsh | Oh shit.
Walsh hits the ground running and Gust escapes the ring and chases after him.
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JC: There you have it, folks. All this time, you have been deceived into believing that Jay Gamble really was Jay Gamble.
RW: What do you mean they were? We were, too!
JC: I know...
MATCH
NUMBER ONE
"Suffa" by (hed) P.E. starts to play and the fans go wild, not because of who is coming out... but because the song is so dope and fly... and shit. The current SFT Hardcore Champion "Der Führer" Nathan Gust walks out from the backstage area with a smile on his face. The journey down the ramp to the incredible squared circle of SFT begins...
Amanda Summers: Making his way to ring that he will soon own at this time... he stands five feet ten inches and weighs in at an astoundingly fit and lean two hundred and fifteen pounds! He is our master, our idol, and ultimately the man we all prey to before we go to bed! Please give a resounding welcome to the only man to ever make every woman in the world cum three times at the same time just by taking off his shirt! He’s the world’s greatest, he is the inevitable future Strike Fantasy Towers World Heavyweight Champion! "Der Führer" NATHAN GUST!
As the entire arena gives a reaction that can only be seen as ‘God-like’, our superhero and all around good guy finally stops at the bottom of the ramp. He looks around and then walks up the steps. Gust stops at the top of the steps as he points to the camera man and points with his thumb to the back of his jacket. The camera man gets a good look at the jacket as on the back are white words outlined in a charcoal grey that read “White Power”. Nathan walks along the apron as he takes a moment to wipe his feet before entering the ring. As he stands in the center of the ring, he throws his arms in the air as pyro goes off from all four corner posts of the ring!
The Accountant walks to the ring carrying a silver briefcase and wearing spectacles. 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. If the opponent is in the ring he gives him a nasty smirk and readies for battle.
Amanda Summers: And his partner, hailing from Washington, DC...he is The Accountant!
"Du Hast" hits and Twilight and TK, Blood Money make their way down to the ring.
Amanda Summers: And their opponents, former Tag Team Champions, Blood Money!
All four men are in the ring as the ref quickly orders Accountant to his corner as we see TK get up on the apron in his corner. Meanwhile in the action we see Gust pounding away at Twilight with vicious right hands. He quickly whips him into Accountants corner and follows up with a hard right armed clothesline. Twilights body bounces off the turnbuckle like a bouncy ball but, he then falls back against the corner. Gust laughs and then turns towards Accountant and tags him in. Gust whips him to the other side where he bounces off the ropes and starts running back. Gust does a backbody drop to Twilight and as he is about to drop Accountant catches him and turns it into a sitdown powerbomb. The ref sends Gust back to his side as he starts walking back. TK starts clapping his hands over in his corner trying to get the fans behind Twilight for support. It seems to work as we look back at Twilight and he seems to have turned the tables around as he is punching away at Accountant. Twilight backs up and tries to ram his knee in Accountant stomach but, Accountant puts his hands down and blocks it. He then grabs Twilight's leg and lifts it up as he sticks his other leg behind Twilights other and trips him.
JC: I am not so sure Twilight and TK are going to have such an easy match here tonight.
RW: Yeah tell me about it. Accountant and Gust are relentless on these two.
JC: Interesting to see them work well together.
RW: Definitely an interesting pairing, but this is exactly what we'll see in two weeks when the Lethal Lottery starts!
Meanwhile as we cut back to the ring we see Accountant climbing to the top on the turnbuckles as Twilight continues to lay on the mat. Accountant reaches the top and leaps off and attempts to hit the "The Write Off". As he is about land Twilight rolls out of the way and allows Accountant to smack the mat. Twilight quickly jumps up to his feet and walks over to Accountant and picks him up. He kicks him in the gut and delivers a snap powerbomb. Twilight walks over to TK and makes the tag.
JC: Wahoo time for the beat down.
RW: Hey . . . Really?
JC: Ummm yeah . . .
Accountant slowly gets up as TK walks over and kicks him back to the ground. TK then picks up Accountant and throws him into the corner where Gust is, only Gust is no were to be found.
JC: Where the hell is Gust?
RW: That’s bad if your own partner leaves you.
TK then Knees Accountant in the Gut and Accountant falls to the floor, we then pan around over to Twilight, and he falls and his face hits the mat hard and he falls to the floor, Gust then comes out from under the ring, he has a steel chair in hand and slams in down on Twilights head. Knocking him almost out cold.
JC: Jesus he took him out hard.
Accountant then gets up and kicks TK in the gut and hits a neck breaker, he then runs to the turnbuckle and climbs up and hit’s the Write off and connects. Accountant is in pain but makes the cover.
Referee : 1…2….3
WINNERS OF THIS MATCH: Nathan Gust and The Accountant via Pinfall!!! ::POST MATCH SEGMENT::
Twilight just kicks out as the referee hits 3, but its to late, Accountant then rolls out of the ring as there music hits the PA, TK can not believe it, he then looks around for Twilight he runs over and sees Twilight is getting up from off the floor and his head is busted open.
RW: This wont be good.
Twilight then grabs the chair that is on the floor and runs up behind Gust and whacks him with the Chair and a loud thud is herd, Gust falls to his knees then Twilight slams the chair to Accountants back.
Suddenly outta nowhere, it's Shawn Walsh! He rushes down to the ring and takes out Twilight! Walsh grabs the chair Twilight used on Gust and nails him over the head. TK sees this and tries to come to Twilight's aid but Walsh nails him with the chair as well!
RW: Gust and Walsh stand in the ring over Blood Money!
JC: Shawn Walsh?! What the hell is going on?!
RW: Cat's outta the bag John! You saw it.
JC: I can't believe what I'm seeing!
RW: Believe it. And believe it again in a few weeks, because Shawn Walsh is in the Lottery!
MATCH
NUMBER TWO
RW: Up next is our triple threat number one contender’s match for the United States Title.
JC: That’s right. The winner of this match will get a title shot at Vendetta against either Tyler Veritas or Jack Jones in one week!
RW: Ryan Cage lost the US Title to Veritas last week, so you know he’s motivated to get his rematch.
JC: And Jude is looking to at gold back to his waist since losing the World Title.
RW: And what better way to return to SFT than to claim some gold as Josh Konnely will look to do here tonight!
“Ring of Fire” by Johnny Cash hits the PA and Saint Jude makes his way to the ring.
"NEVER BACK DOWN IN THE FACE ANGER!" The lights flicker, 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 boos. With his fists clenched and a scowl on his face, Konnely walks down the aisle to ringside. He runs up the steps, walks to the center of the apron, and climbs through the ropes into the ring. Going to the opposite corner, he steps onto the second rope, glaring out into the booing crowd. Josh raises both arms, his hands forming cornas, as the crowd boos loudly. He steps down out of the corner and shoves past the referee before leaning back against the ropes, ready to fight.
“Redneck” by Lamb of God hits and Ryan Cage makes his way down to the ring.
The three men are all occupying different corners of the ring and are shooting each other sumexican personious looks, each waiting for one of the others to make the first move. After about 30 seconds, it’s Saint Jude who seizes the initiative by walking across the ring and blasting Konnely with an open-hand slap to the face. Unsurprisingly, this isn’t well received by Konnely, who retaliates with a slap of his own as the two men begin to brawl furiously, then prompting Ryan Cage to throw his own two cents in as all three men throw punches at anything that moves.
JC: Well, I guess that they don’t feel like forming any alliances right now, all three of them seem pretty content to just beat the crap out of each other.
After a minute or so of furious brawling, Ryan Cage rolls out of the ring, seemingly deciding that it’s better to let Konnely and Saint Jude do the hard work and then attempt to pick up the pieces afterwards. Eventually, Konnely gets the better of the fistfight and manages to stagger Saint Jude long enough to drill him with a huge Spinebuster, before following up with an elbow to the sternum of the former World Champion.
As Konnely considers his next move, Ryan Cage senses his opportunity and slides back into the ring, catching Konnely totally off-guard with a spinning back kick to the back of the head, dripping Josh to his knees and putting Ryan Cage firmly in the driving seat.
RW: Smart strategy from Ryan Cage, he let the others punch themselves out, then waited for his chance to feast on the remains, now it’s gonna bee a case of how long he can hold on to that advantage for, and what he can do while he has it.
Ryan Cage opts to continue with Konnely as his main target, lock in a rear naked choke, which he manages to hold for a about 5 seconds or so before Saint Jude breaks up the hold with a kick to Ryan Cage’ back.
RW: Right there, you saw exactly what these Triple Threat matches are all about. As soon as it looks like one person is establishing and advantage, and maybe a chance to get the win, it can only take one move for the pendulum to swing in a whole different direction.
Before Jude has a chance to capitalise, Ryan Cage manages to shake off the effects of the kick at about the same time as Konnely manages to stumble to his feet, and as, if by some kind of unspoken link, the two combine to flatten Saint Jude with a double clothesline before Ryan Cage climbs to the top rope to deliver a Swanton Bomb.
JC: Right now, it looks like Ryan Cage and Konnely make a pretty good team.
RW: These things never last, you mark my words.
Seemingly contrary to what Randy White has to say, this seems to be an alliance with some staying power as, following Ryan Cage’ top rope assault, the two drag Saint Jude to his feet, allowing Konnely to lift Saint Jude above his head and plant him with a gorilla press slam.
JC: Trademark power from Josh Konnely, manhandling the smaller man with ease there.
RW: This must be some kind of record for the longest time that this kind of alliance has held together in a Triple Threat environment, but don’t bet on it being permanent. Like I said earlier, however much they might work together to beat down Saint Jude, only one of them could take the win at the end of it, and that’s when the trouble starts.
For now, though, the win seems to be the last thing on either man’s mind as the back Saint Jude into a corner, where Ryan Cage nails him with a series of his trademark martial arts blows before allowing him to stagger out towards the centre of the ring where Konnely catches him with another Spinebuster.
Once again, Konnely drags Saint Jude to his feet and pushes him towards Ryan Cage, who is primed for a super kick, but Saint Jude finds the wherewithal to dodge the bullet, and the kick connects squarely with Josh Konnely’s jaw.
RW: See, I told you that these things never last.
JC: You have to say that, although that maybe wasn’t what Ryan Cage had planned on, he certainly doesn’t look too upset about the outcome either.
RW: Why should he? It all plays right into his hands. He’s got Konnely down, and Saint Jude is still groggy from the punishment he’s taken in the last few minutes. Right now, you’d have to say that things are looking pretty good for Ryan Cage.
Circumstances in the ring have now seen Ryan Cage and Saint Jude form an alliance and they are making the best of it while it lasts, attacking Josh Konnely as he lies on the mat after Ryan Cage’ errant shot to his jaw. Between the two, they are subjecting Konnely to a merciless barrage of stomps and kicks, rendering him near-enough unconscious. When they are seemingly satisfied with their handiwork, Ryan Cage motions to Saint Jude and they lift the groggy Konnely up and drag him over to the ropes, where they manage to tie him up between the top and middle strands, rendering him defenceless to whatever attack the other two men feel like inflicting on him.
RW: Somehow, I don’t like Josh Konnely’s chances in this particular situation.
JC: Just be honest Randy, you don’t like Josh Konnely full stop.
Saint Jude is pointing at Konnely and explaining to Ryan Cage what they should do to him, as all the while, Ryan Cage is nodding his head in agreement.
Ryan Cage moves around behind Saint Jude, presumably the better to execute whatever plan they have set, but instead, double crosses the Former World Champion and takes the opportunity to nail him with his wrist clutch exploder, Vertigo!
JC: All together now folks “it was a set-up all along!” Ryan Cage set the bait, and Saint Jude took it, hook, line and sinker, and Josh Konnely is trapped in the ropes, unable to do a damn thing about it.
Ryan Cage pins a stunned and hurt Saint Jude…
1..2..3!!
Ryan Cage slides out of the ring as the referee calls for the bell. Saint Jude lies on the mat, cradling his neck and silently cursing for allowing himself to be tricked. Meanwhile, Konnely has fought his way free from the ropes and is screaming obscenities at Saint Jude as Ryan Cage heads back up the ramp to the locker room, satisfied with his efforts for the evening.
RW: Wow! Ryan Cage did it. He’s earned his rematch for the US Title at Vendetta!
JC: By hook or by crook, right?
RW: Konnely was all tied up. He was helpless to do anything about it.
JC: I’m sure Saint Jude won’t forget this. I’m sure pay backs will be in order!
WINNER OF THIS MATCH: Ryan Cage via Pinfall!!! ::BACKSTAGE SEGMENT::
RW: Folks, we're getting word that something is happening backstage.
Camera rushes into Ray Cross' locker room. He's been laid out. Standing over him is Cage!
Cage: Just you wait Ray! Soon, you'll be joining your brother, Jack Cross!
Cage laughs as he steps over Cross and out of his locker room.
JC: Ray Cross has been laid out by Cage. These two men will settle the score once and for all at Vendetta next week...if Cross makes it.
RW: Hope he's ready for his match with DVD later.
JC: I guess we'll find out.
RW: But up next is the US Title match!
MATCH
NUMBER THREE
RW: Well here we go John, United States Title action at its best!!!
JC: You got that right Randy, not only do we have a member, or should I say former member, of the now defunct Forget-Us-Now Alexander Xaokiin, but we also have former World Champion The "Cowboy" Jack Jones!
RW: But we can forget out champion now can we John?... The six-foot-eleven, three hundred and twenty pound, TYLER VERITAS!
JC: Kissin ass much Randy...?
RW: Shove it John, shove it...
"I've got friends in low places" By Garth Brooks begins to chime throughout the arena as we see Jack Jones pop through the curtains and begin to make his way down the aisle towards the ring slapping some hands of random fans along the way, but halfway down we can hear some commotion burst through the speakers, the the "Strike-trons" screen then changes to a view of backstage.
JC: What the hell is going on Randy?
RW: It looks like, it looks like... Xaokiin...? and... Dameon...?
Sure enough we can see that just through the curtains backstage Dameon can be seen assaulting one of his former stable-mates, Alexander Xaokiin, bouncing the man off of walls, into cable carts, throwing him across tables filled with condiments and snacks. We can see Xaokiin attempting to put up a fight, but the experience factor shows immensly through "The Beast" as NOTHING can be done by Xaokiin to protect himself from the onslaught. Standing his former friend/accomplice up Dameon delivers a stiff boot to the gut before hoisting him up high on his shoulders and delivering a solid Psychodriver, planting Xaokiin headfirst through not only a turkey, but the whole table, busting the rookie clean open, ruining the turkey. Dameon then stands up, throwing a little food on the back of the head of former "FUN" member Xaokiin. Bending at the waist Dameon begins to push down on the back of Alexanders head as he screams at him.
"The Beast" Dameon: Not only is this friendship over, but as most EVERYONE knows, so is Forget-Us-Now... But unfortunately for you Alex, you don't get the free trip back to Japan like I did for David and Jason, they are honing their skills, your stuck here, to learn, and try and survive, have fun, boy...
Delivering a stiff kick to the lower back of Xaokiin, Dameon then marches past the camera only slightly laughing as he shoves the camer-man out of the way... This then cues the music of Tyler Veritas, who is shown walking by the downed Xaokiin, who lies bloody in a pile of broken wood and smashed food, the overly righteous champion only looks down at what would have been a competitor of his, continuing to make his way to the ring.
RW: Well John, that was an interesting little display there by Dameon, formerly kicking Alexander Xaokiin out and dismantling "FUN" completely, Dameon is back on his own...
JC: We all know Randy, he likes it that way... And scary enough, he is better alone, statistically speaking.
RW: Either way John, here comes our United States Champion!!!
The ever so familiar blinding white light fills the arena as we are about halfway into "Whispers in the Dark" by Skillet. Tyler Veritas then pops through the curtains, slightly pointing back towards the back, laughing only a little before returning his attention to the ring and his now soul opponent, Jack Jones, who still stands fairly pissed off that his entrance had been interupted by the likes of Dameon and his business. Tyler Veritas then reaches the ring, taking off his white armani coat, handing it to a ring girl before entering the ring, and meeting Jack Jones in the center, with as close to an eye-to-eye stare off as possible for two men that have a near one-foot height difference and an almost one-hundred and twenty pound weight difference.
JC: If I was Jack Jones, I would just lay down now...
RW: That's highly doubtful though John, that is one hell of a fighter in the ring right there with the near seven-foot champion!
JC: You are so right Randy, well, if all else fails I am RSVP'ing now for the funeral.
Handing off his United States title to the referee Tyler Veritas and Jack Jones can be seen exchanging words in the center of the ring before both slowly backing up, awaiting the bell. The referee then does obligitory raising of the belt and showing to both competitors before calling for the bell, to signal the beginning of the match. As the bell sounds we see Jack Jones bolt out of his corner leaping into the air with fists flying at Tyler Veritas, knocking the large man back into the corner, unexpecteadly. Delivering right after left Jack Jones has continued to keep the big man realing, but the referee steps in and backs the rabid "Cowboy" out of the corner, but as the Jack tries to push past the referee he is met with a huge boot from the still rocked Tyler Veritas. The crowd "oooh's" at the huge impact as Tyler Veritas stays on top of the attack, delivering a huge suplex to Jack Jones, before picking the smaller man up off the ground and sending him into the nearest turnbuckle HARD, knocking Jack Jones onto the ground face first after impact.
RW: I don't think Tyler Veritas appreciated the early attack from Jack Jones.
JC: And I don't think Jack Jones appreciates the stiffness of our mat against his jaw.
Tyler Veritas then makes his way towards the downed body of Jack Jones, picking the six-footer up slightly, but as he does Jack is quick to reach out, clutching the belt line of Veritas, sending the man face first into the top turnbuckle. We then see Jack Jones pop up to his feet, holding his jaw for only a moment before ascending the corner that Tyler Veritas is lying face first in, gripping the head and hair of Veritas while delivering it repeatedly into the turnbuckle, the crowd then begins to count along... 3...4...5...6...7...8... But Tyler Veritas stands straight up, placing Jack Jones on his shoulders in an electric chair position, but Jack Jones being the athletic person he is shifts his momentum, throwing himself around the body of Veritas, rolling the big man up!
1...!
2...!
...NO!
RW: JACK JONES ALMOST HAD IT RIGHT THERE!!!
JC: That was very impressive to say the least this early on from Jack Jones.
Tyler Veritas had powered out of the roll up, launching Jack Jones into the air, causing both men to return to their feet at the same time, but Tyler Veritas was quick to throw out an arm for a clothesline, Jack Jones was even quicker though, ducking the clothesline and charging towards the ropes, bouncing himself up and off the center rope he attempts some sort of rotating body splash, but he is caught by the huge United States Champion. Tyler Veritas then walks around for a moment before placing Jack Jones very roughly across the top turnbuckle, backing up for a second before sending his huge size eighteen boot into the ribs of Jack Jones, causing Jack to fly clean over the turnbuckle. The slap of Jack Jones on the mat outside can be heard throughout the arena as the crowd once again "oooh's" at something happening to Jack Jones. But as Tyler Veritas gloats in the center of the ring for a moment the crowd can be heard erupting, scanning around for a moment Tyler Veritas' eyes then land on the figure making his way down the ramp way, causing the fans to proverbially explode.
RW: It's DAMEON!!! "The Beast" is coming down to the ring, and he has a steel chair!!!
JC: But why Randy? He is in the Intercontinental championship finals, coming up next!... Whats he want with the United States division all of the sudden?
RW: Who knows John, who knows, but it cant be good.
Tyler Veritas is quick to bring the attention of the referee to Dameon walking down the ramp, the ref then quickly is at the ropes, hollering at Dameon to "stay back", "stop", and "don't make me come out there" from the champion himself. Arriving at ringside, Dameon rounds the corner of the ring making his way closer to Jack Jones, but instead of continuing his stroll, he simply unfolds the chair against the guardrail and takes a seat, but as the referee keeps his eye on Dameon we can see Jack Jones sneaking into the ring, crawling up behind Tyler Veritas and delivering a stiff low blow to the near seven foot giant, dropping him "down to size" for the time being. Dameon then points behind the referee causing the "zebra" to spin around as Jack Jones has flipped Tyler around to face him, dropping the champion with a vicious DDT in the center of the ring. Jack then goes for the pin.
1...!
2...!
NO...!
JC: Tyler Veritas barely able to kick out of that! But my question still is, what the hell is Dameon doing out here?
RW: I don't know John, I'm kinda curious if he meant to help Jack Jones like that?
Jack Jones then shaking off some of the cobwebs from the fall he took outside notices the now grinning "Beast" outside of the ring, mildly confused Jack continues his assault on the champion, rolling Veritas over and beginning to stomp away at the ribs before climbing to the top turnbuckle and landing a HUGE moonsault, Jack Jones then goes for the pin, once again.
1...!
2...!
...NO!!!
RW: Oh come on! What does it take!?!
JC: Well Randy, when your that much smaller than your opponent, probably a lot.
RW: Who knows John, who knows...
Picking up Tyler Veritas slowly the anger can be seen rising in the eyes and body of Jack Jones as he charges towards the ropes, returning to the center only to dropkick the right knee out from under Tyler Veritas, knocking the big man down, we then see Jack Jones mount the turnbuckle once again, taking a look out at the crowd as if for confirmation. But as he does so we see Dameon rise to his feet, picking up the chair as he slides into the ring, the ref then attempts to stop the chair-wielding "Beast" only to get shoved away as Dameon stares directly at Jack, but standing behind Tyler Veritas...
RW: What the hell is Dameon doing?!?
JC: Ruining this match, thats what!!!
Jack Jones then looks back towards the center of the ring, noticing Dameon standing behind his opponent, who he seemingly has beat at this point in time. With that look of confusion dawning his face once again Jack Jones can only stare directly at Dameon whose words can be heard through a nearby camera.
"The Beast" Dameon: You get what you deserve Jack, and you get what you earn...
Pulling the chair back high above his head Dameon unleashes a vicious shot to the head of Tyler Veritas, warping the chair, and causing the instant disqualification of Jack Jones by the referee who calls for the bell. Jones can then be seen hopping down from the ropes trying to argue with the ref about the decision, but taking his eye of off Dameon for that second had doomed him, as Dameon pulls the chair back once again, unleashing a huge shot to the back of Jack Jones, taking the man down to the ground.
WINNER OF THIS MATCH: Tyler Veritas via DQ!!! MATCH
NUMBER FOUR
RW: Dameon just got Jack Jones DISQUALIFIED!!!
JC: But why Randy? Why!!!
Dameon then begins to stomp on the back of Jack Jones as a few members of staff and security make their way down to the ring, pulling Dameon off of Jack Jones as Jones and Veritas are helped from ringside. Dameon then holds onto one of the referees as the ringside area clears. Pacing around the ring with the ref, Dameon leans over the ropes asking Amanda Summers for a mic, in which she gladly hands over. Dameon then begins to almost "huff and puff" into the microphone as he continues to pace, with referee in tow.
RW: Ya, thats right "Beast", explain yourself!
JC: Seriously! He just ruined a perfectly good match, and violent one at that!
RW: He DID make it more violent though.
"The Beast" Dameon: Hahaha, that was fun wasn't it?... No! It wasn't!... The time for "fun" is over, the time for "play" is over... The time for losing... Is over... Jack Jones, what I did tonight, will be explained in time... But for now... Get my opponent out here...
Tossing the microphone one way and shoving the ref another Dameon then starts throwing his hands into the air, as if trying to summon his Intercontinental Tournament opponent to the ring.
JC: I guess we don't get to find out, Randy...
RW: Either way though John, here we go with the finals of our Intercontinental Championship tournament, and let me say this now, if I was Anishinabe, I would be plenty worried coming down to that ring tonight.
JC: You and me both Randy, you and me both.
"Life or Death" by C.Murder begins to blare through the loud speakers as we see Anishinabe make his way down to the ring, passing security, staff, and two slightly injured wrestlers along the way. We can't quite hear what is being said by Anishinabe, but we know the words cannot be kind as many people look fairly stunned to hear what is being said.
RW: Anishinabe, looks ready to fight here tonight John!
JC: He better be prepared to fight, look who his opponent is!
At about halfway down the ramp Anishinabe begins to run down, sliding in under the bottom rope, only to be completely stopped in his tracks by "The Beast" who is quick on the attack, delivering multiple boots to the head and back of Anishinabe, who quickly tries to cover up, only to eventually be picked up to his feet. The men then begin to exchanging head shots with their fists, then their elbows, but Dameon thinking quickly sends a knee into the gut of Anishinabe before tossing him into the corner, Dameon then makes his way to the opposite side of the ring before charging towards Anishinabe.
RW: This could spell the end!!!
Dameon then leaps into the air, attempting a corner splash on Anishinabe, but the aware competitor dives out of the way, causing Dameon's head to bounce off the metal post, splitting "The Beast" open early on. Clutching his forehead Dameon then begins to stumbled out of the corner, only to be met from behind by Anishinabe with a huge side-suplex, landing Dameon on the back of his head and upper shoulders. Anishinabe then goes for the pin!
1...!
2..NO!!!
JC: Dameon with a fairly abrupt kick out there, I don't think he is in any state of mind to just "give up" that early on.
Standing back up to his feet Anishinabe begins to pick Dameon up from the ground, as Dameon still has been feeling on his head, smearing the blood, and slowly realizing what has happened. Anishinabe then attempts to shove the head of Dameon between his legs going for that vicious "Powerbomb", but it is quickly countered as Dameon pulls the legs out from under Anishinabe before leaping up into the air and landing a double-foot stomp to the center of Anishinabe's chest/collar bone region. We can see the pain instantly cross the face of Anishinabe who begins to roll around clutching his chest, trying to gasp for air.
RW: Oh my god John!!! I can honestly say that is one of the cruelest things I have EVER seen Dameon do that doesn't involve a weapon!
JC: You and me both Randy, thats a god-damned two-hundred forty-five pound man with size fifteen shoes landing ALL of that on your chest... My god...
Instead of going for a cover however Dameon leaps back to his feet, wiping some of the blood from his head and looking at it on his hand. Dameon then cracks that ever so familiar sick grin, before grabbing the long black hair of Anishinabe, pulling the man up to his feet, before shoving his head between his legs... Looking out at the crowd for only a moment, Dameon yells out.
"The Beast" Dameon: "EUTHANASIA"...!!!
He then picks up Anishinabe in a very "crucifix powerbomb" like manner, but instead locks his arms around the neck and a single arm of Anishinabe, bowing the man almost in half, causing Anishinabe's legs to rest between the waistline and thighs of Dameon for only a moment before Dameon heaves his opponent back over head, landing Anishinabe flat on the top of his skull with a WICKED IMPACT that completely leaves him motionless... The crowd ERUPTS at the sight of this huge, dangerous, vicious move. Dameon then goes for the pin.
1...!
2...!
3...!
Amanda Summers: And your winner of the bout... "THE BEAST" DAMEON...!
A new theme for Dameon then strikes up through the loud speakers, unfamiliar to everyone besides Dameon who can be seen smearing some of the blood from his forehead onto the chest of Anishinabe before slowly sliding his way out of the ring backwards, pacing up the rampway, facing the ring the whole time making the continual motion of that vicious new finisher of his...
RW: Ummm, wow John, I take back my previous statement... That was the most vicious thing I have ever seen Dameon do without weapons...
JC: What did he call it Randy...? "Euthanasia"...?
RW: Something like that... But holy hell... Dameon now goes onto the finals... Facing... Oh no...
JC: Yes Randy, thats right... its "The ICON" Versus "The Beast" round two...
RW: And with this new "Meaner" streak of Dameon... Who knows... This might dismantle the SFT...
WINNER OF THIS MATCH: Dameon via Pinfall!!! ::BACKSTAGE SEGMENT::
As Dameon stands up, "Last Resort" hits the PA and The ICON walks out onto the stage with his Intercontinental Title.
The ICON: Dameon, here we are again. Dameon, I'm glad you won this little tournament. Finally we'll stand in a ring face to face, no triple threat matches, no stable matches, no non sanctioned matches. It'll just be me and you, one on one, in a wrestling match! We'll be under the bright lights and we'll probably steal the show as all my matches do. And Dameon, you will finally get a lesson in Immortality 101. You will realize why I am who I am and you are who you are. Dameon, I'm the standard. I'm the difference between being the best and being a Legend. We've gone down a long long road to get here Dameon. It'll be bittersweet. But I look forward to putting my Showstoppa down your throat and getting rid of you once and for all!
ICON's music hits again as the camera focuses on Dameon glaring back at ICON.
MATCH
NUMBER FIVE
RW: Next up, we have Dave Van Dam taking on Ray Cross.
JC: Dave Van Dam facing Dark Wolf's partner a week before he takes on Wolf himself.
“Changes” by Tupac blares throughout the arena and DVD walks out from behind the curtain. He has a smile on his face but the fans seem conflicted. He slides under the bottom rope and as he does pyro in the pattern of DVD shoot’s off behind him. Suddenly as DVD is waiting for Ray Cross, Ray Cross comes from behind and hobbles through the crowd. He nails DVD in the back of the head over the top ropes. Ray Cross climbs to the top rope and as DVD gets up, Ray Cross spears him right to the ground
JC: Wow! A spear from the top ropes from such a big man has got to hurt!
RW: Well, Ray Cross has to get the quick upper hand after the beating he took earlier at the hands of Cage.
Ray Cross rolls DVD in the ring and covers him. 1... 2... but DVD barley gets the shoulder up. Ray Cross takes DVD and vertical suplexes him, rolls over into a pinfall and gets two. Then DVD is picked up and suplexed three times in a row, and Ray Cross hooks the leg and gets two again
RW: DVD isn't giving up that eaisily...
Ray Cross goes to the 2nd ropes, dragging DVD. DVD is held into a flipping neck breaker postion, but he suplexes Ray Cross off and rolls into his own pinfall and gets two
RW: ...but neither is Ray Cross...
DVD picks up Ray Cross to throw him into the corner, and he throws him ininvertently into the referee
RW: ...but the ref is.
JC: But then you shut up!
Ray Cross German suplexes DVD as he stands there and is caught off guard. Ray Cross comes out by Randy White and John Cartwright and clears off the announcer's table. He slides in the top plastic part of the announcer's table. As DVD is getting up, Ray Cross hits him with it
RW: That was different.
Ray Cross sets up the plastic thing in the corner. He grabs DVD and extends his own arms out. Ray Cross then power bombs DVD right through the plastic part of the table. He throws the debris out of the ring as the top of the table was split into a good, large 5 pieces
JC: Well that was different... and painful!
RW: But god damnit, he cheated, that's an illegal weapon.
JC: If he hit him with a pillow he could get disqualified. Anyway, the ref never saw it. And speaking of him, he's awakened and making the count! 1... 2... 3!
RW: Not quite! DVD got his foot on the rope! And the ref did see that!
Ray Cross then goes to the outside and unplugs a TV. The ref is still on the ground and doesn't quiet see it. Ray Cross stalks DVD and waits for him to get up. As DVD gets up and turns around Cross charges toward DVD, DVD quickly ducks and hits Cross with a “Legendary Mark,” in exhaustion he rolls his arm across Cross.
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3!!
Wolf’s music hits and out he walks to the platform. He stands atop the ramp with and angry look on his face. DVD slowly pulls his way to a vertical base and looks up at Wolf and a sadistic smile comes across his face.
RW: DVD beat a battered Cross tonight.
JC: But will he be able to beat Dark Wolf at Vendetta?
WINNER OF THIS MATCH: Dave Van Dam via Pinfall!!! MAIN EVENT
RW: And now it's here, our main event.
JC: Dark Wolf and Cage have history so this match should be a good one.
RW: That's right. Both men have fought in WWC and have a storied history.
JC: With Cage desecrating Lexus' tombstone a few weeks ago, he not only took a shot at Cross but Dark Wolf as well.
RW: That's right. They were all friends. Wolf will look to get some retribution here tonight!
Cage's music hits and he makes his way down to the ring.
The 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 as the vocals start The Dark Wolf swiftly lunges out from backstage to a roar from the crowd. He stands there somewhat transformed by who he was and who is is meant to be.
As the arena welcomes him, his focus changes from his re-found fans. To the ring. A smirk runs sidelong on his face as he charges the ring and circles the ring once.Then leaping hepivots turning and sliding his knee on the apron and looks over the crowd once more.
He nods his head and goes into the ring through the ropes to the far side of the ring.The Dark Wolf climbs the corner turnbuckle and poses as the arena lights up with the flash of cameras that is like a free entrance lightshow. He then drops to the ring as the lights come back up.
The Dark Wolf and Cage lock up, The Dark Wolf being taken down quickly with a legsweep into a grounded headlock. Cage squeezes for a second before The Dark Wolf rolls him onto his back for a one count. Cage backs out and lets go of the headlock. The Dark Wolf is quickly to his feet, to be met with a rushing Cage. Cage is taken down with an armdrag. Cage is quickly up and taken down with another armdrag, this time it’s converted into an armbar maneuver. Cage fights up quickly and rolls out of the maneuver, he then armdrags The Dark Wolf. The Dark Wolf gets up and this time Cage armdrags into an armbar. The Dark Wolf fights up after a couple seconds and flips out of the hold, placing Cage into an arm wrench. Cage rolls out of it and then ducks under The Dark Wolf’s arm, converting to a go behind takedown. Cage then gets up with a smirk on his face.
RW: This is some good old-fashioned chain wrestling here.
JC: Hard hitting time! Come on! Slam him, Slam him!
Cage allows The Dark Wolf to get up, which proves to be a mistake as The Dark Wolf rushes at Cage and nails a beautiful shining wizard on him. Cage falls to the mat holding his face as The Dark Wolf covers. The ref counts a little slow. One… two… shoulder comes up and The Dark Wolf gets to his feet. The Dark Wolf stomps on the side of Cage’s head before bringing him to his feet. The Dark Wolf hooks Cage for a suplex and as he goes to lift him, Cage blocks it. Cage then throws The Dark Wolf with a great Northern Lights Suplex. The Dark Wolf hits hard on the impact and Cage pins. One… two… kickout.
The Dark Wolf is helped up by Cage, who now grabs The Dark Wolf around the waist and drives him across the mat into the turnbuckle. The Dark Wolf screams in pain as Cage begins to give him shoulder thrusts. He hits three before the ref pulls him back. Cage backs up, seemingly yielding to the refs’ orders. He then rushes at The Dark Wolf and goes for a running shoulder thrust… but The Dark Wolf dives out of the way, sending Cage shoulder-first into the steel post. Cage pulls himself out and is caught with a bulldog to the ground. The Dark Wolf now begins to work on his shoulder with a modified keylock.
RW: Smart man. The Dark Wolf is going to take advantage of injury.
JC: Cage should have been more careful…
The Dark Wolf wrenches the keylock even harder, causing Cage to writhe in pain. The Dark Wolf begins to smile, the pain being inflicted seemingly being the cause. Cage finally gets up, turning out of the hold and pulling off a suplex on The Dark Wolf. The Dark Wolf nips up though as the suplex didn’t seem to affect him much from how it was performed. The Dark Wolf goes for a crossbody attempt but Cage catches him and performs a nice looking powerslam on him. He pins for a sluggish two. Cage looks at the ref with hate and begins to mouth off to him. The ref warns him of a DQ before long and Cage shakes his head.
Suddenly, we see Ray Cross flying down the ramp and sliding into the ring! Cross nails Cage with his tag team belt busting open Cage and sending him down in a heap. Wolf is up and he and Cross begin to double team Cage.
Out of nowhere, it’s DVD rushing the ring. Cross and Cage have battled to the outside and DVD comes up behind Wolf and nails him with a Vandaminator! Cross and Cage have battled through the fans and to the back. Dave rolls outta the ring and grabs the World Title. He comes back in the ring, stands over Wolf, holds the Title up, and then drops it across Wolf’s chest.
Dave Van Dam: Dark Wolf, you're gonna be in for a world of hurt next week. You never answered me about my Hangman's Match stipulation, but that's okay, because I've come up with one better! Next week, you'll defend that title against me in a BARBED-WIRE LADDER MATCH!
WINNER OF THIS MATCH: No Onevia Chaos!!! ::BREAKDOWN CLOSING:: JC: That’s all the time we have tonight! Order Vendetta on PayPerView. It’s next week! RW: US Title on the line with a return match of Tyler Veritas and Ryan Cage. JC: Wolf defends the title against Dave Van Dam in a barbed wire ladder match! Will he retain or are we looking at 21 million time champion, Dave Van Dam?! RW: And the ultimate rivalry continues as The ICON takes on Dameon for the IC Title! JC: We’re outta time! See you at VENDETTA!
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