Strike Fantasy Towers
SFT Presenst: Summer Sanitarium ;
With JC, RW, Phil, Steve, Manuela, and Shawn Cage
June 1st, 2003
Sunday Night 8:00pm Live From Cobo Hall in Detroit, Michigan

The lights dim, the spotlights flare all across Cobo Hall as we hear Metallica on the elevated stage on the north side begin to play Welcome Home Sanitarium. The crowd are going nuts. From backstage we see Shadow walk out, cane in hand, dressed in a gray suit with his hair pulled back. He does not have a smile on his face, he is all business, he waits for the song to finish before speaking.

“So I hope everyone is psyched about tonight. This is my first ppv back since leaving. And there is a buzz in SFT again. People seem to be excited again. They’re putting forth efforts like we havent seen in ages. But theres some misunderstanding. Some think this is due to me returning. I for one think this new found life has very little to do with me. SFT is great right now because of its wrestlers and its fans. I was going to ask the entire roster to come out here tonight so I could speak to them face to face, but I’m sure everyone in the back is listening to me quite intently right now. So I want the world to know that SFT is great not because of me, but because of you. Don’t forget that we’re only as good as the wrestlers and our wrestlers are superb. I have returned back to SFT for simple reasons. I love SFT, more than anyone will ever know. It is my passion. I know others say they live and breath and bleed SFT, well I wont say that. SFT is a part of me, as much as I am a part of it. I have dedicated a large part of my life to it and will continue to do so until it no longer needs me. If only some of you knew what I’d sacrificed for this place, but the sacrifice was my choice to make and I gladly made it. I have no regrets and will never have regrets. For love of the game, remember that little ones...remember that. I will do what I have always done...I will do my job. So without further ado, I present to you........Summer Sanitarium!!!!!!”

The crowd goes nuts as Shadow finishes his speech.

Phil and Steve come out and get situated at ringside. Phil: Welcome ladies and gentleman to SFT Presents Summer Sanitarium, tonight will not only feature some awesome matches but also the bands from this years Summer Sanitarium will also be playing some songs. This is a special treat for you metal fans.

Steve: Without a doubt this ppv will be one of our most memorable, so I hope everyone has their vcrs on record, cause you wont want to miss this and you'll want to see it over and over again.

Phil: So lets get to the first match of the night shall we?

Phil: Well here we go, our first match of the night, and boy does it look like slobber knocker.

Steve: Slobber Knocker? Who the hell came up with that? .

Phil: I don’t know, I just herd it some were, and it sounded cool. .

Steve: Right… .

Chimpo The Chimp: The Fallowing contest is for one fall, and it is for the Strike Fantasy Towers Television Championship. Making his way to the ring, weighing in at 280lbs. He is the Strike Fantasy Towers Televisions Champion; he is THE GUYVER .

"Won't Back Down" plays over the PA system, as the music blares over the PA, The Guyver steps down the entrance ramp through the smoke. White sparklers with gold, red, and black pyro mixed as it begins to engulf the Guyver as he stands with his back facing forward at the ring and his arms in a formation and his head is down. He spins 180 degree to his right and drops his arms to his side. He slowly brings his head up as he glares into the camera. As his head goes completely up and levels. He breathes a stream of smoke out of his nose. He slowly and menacingly walks down to the ring. He climbs onto the turnbuckle and raises his TV Title in the air. He crosses the ring to the opposite turnbuckle. Then he climbs up the turnbuckle, as he raises his TV Title up through out the arena as he repeats the process acknowledging the crowd chanting and cheering. .

Phil: What an Entrance by our TV Champion now before we get to the match lets go to a prerecorded segment from Guyver.

Hours later in few hours a way before Guyver fight sitting in his locker room and talking with old friend MichaelSmith about Guyver's match tonight. Guyver is sitting in a leather chair and Michael is sitting on a couch.

Guyver: "Johnny Legend... HE SUCKS!"

Michael: "I know man. That whole crap he just pulled lately is over. You finally will SHUT HIS MOUTH. He will regret it tonight. He is just wannabe, and finally you will have your chance in 10 minutes. You can prove him a fact of guarantee!"

The Guyver: "Oh, it will be 100% guarantee that his ass will be gone."

Michael: "Can you believe Johnny think he can beat you?"

Guyver:"Johnny Legend has no chance in hell of beating me TONIGHT! I have helluva chance to kick his sorry ass from the hell he came from. I will knock him down like piece of cake from one corner to the next from turnerbuckle to the next. I will change his damn attitude of his tonight. He will respect the champ_oh hell. I'm going down the ring in front of crowds." The Guyver walks out of his locker room. He heads to the backstage curtain. He heads to ring before his match.

Won't Back Down" plays over the address sound system. As it blast the sound system. The Guyver steps down the entrance ramp through the smoke. White sparkling with gold, red, and black pyro mixed as it begins to engulf the Guyver as he stands with his facing forward at the ring and his arms in a formation and his head is down. He spins 180 degree to his right and drops his arms to his side. He slowly brings his head up as he glares into the camera. As his head goes completely up and levels. He breathes a stream of smoke out of his nose. He slowly and menacingly walks down to the ring. He climbs onto the turnbuckle and raises his arms in the air. He crosses the ring to the opposite turnbuckle. Then he climbs up the turnerbuckle. As he raise his fist up through out the arena as he repeats the process acknowledging the crowd chanting and cheering.

The fans go CRAZY! Guyver runs to the ring and slides in. He gets a microphone and begins to speak over the loud "GUYVER" chant!"

The Guyver: "There really isn't anything to say about Johnny Legend_ I mean the guy follows behind others, tries to be cool with insulted the Television Champion.

(Crowds BOO_JOHNNY LEGEND SUCKS!)

The Guyver: "But the jackass Legend isn't going to beat me down to ground. He tries to be good smooth talker, but can't since he doesn't make sense. He tries to look tuff but he doesn't_ so I don't know, he may be walking around with a big tough look, but hey he didn't beat Adam Roland now did he? I will beat Johnny Legend. And now it's just going to be a difficult fight between us two opponents, tough match, defending Television title but same outcome_ "CODE RED" 1_ 2_ 3! Ding! Ding! Here is your winner, the, toughest, biggest, badest, the number one SFT wrestler The Guyver! And still retain his Television Title belt_ you know? That has sort of a ring to it, Johnny Legend the Television champion_could he get use to being called that.

The Guyver: "Well let me to tell you something folks, Legend does suck, and he just got lucky to be put in match with The Guyver your Television Champion.

Crowds' cheer and chant getting pumps up for fight of The Guyver versus Johnny Legend

The Guyver: "Well, folks, Johnny "low-life" Legend isn't gonna be hitting no Ride of his Life of ticket of life time on me because he won't even put a god damn scratch on my arm. I am not just going to kick his sorry ass and beat him for the One. Two. Three. Oh hell no... I'm going to demolish his sorry ass!!!! I am going to end his career. You want to know why?

CROWDS: HELL YEAH!

The Guyver: "Well first off his annoying as hell and I want his ass out of here, second of all, I rather be facing someone at least half decent so it can prepare me to when I go on to the next level to top talents and for what rightfully belongs to me in near future is becoming SFT World Champion. Right now_Television Champion! Johnny won't take my spotlight tonight and he won't be sending me home as loser. Hell no, it won't happen, and I won't go home with embarrassment while Legend grab my TV title in proudly.

Guyver lean against the turnbuckle and then begins to speak again. He looks in camera.

The Guyver: "Johnny Legend......... Also what comes out your mouth is shit. You try and try to be funny but face the facts jack shit you just can't cut it. And your humor won't help you one bit tonight. YOU come out here and make up little names of insulting me. You will regret it. I promise you that. Well Legend you look in this ring right now and you see that you can't give me a little name. Because I already got one. And that's the DREAM OF KICKING YOUR SORRY ASS AND DEMOLISHES YOUR ASS GOOD-BYE. Your face will be grinded and manguled when I get done with you. And Legend you need to know that they the fans in sold-out arena don't call me a BAD ASS for nothing."

The Guyver: "Johnny you don't have the slightest idea what a BAD ASS going to do to you. You see people use to hire me to take out people. And Legend a little word to the wise no one hired me but I will take your ass out and you will take a ride. AS A MATTER OF FACT you will take the CODE RED on TONIGHT! TONIGHT! And Legend I may not be in top lead now but sure hell I still be the Television champion after night it all over... BUT JUST WAIT! YOU WILL FIND OUT THE HARD WAY! YOU WILL REGRET IT!"

CROWDS CHEERS

'WON'T BACK DOWN' hits the Pa system and the fans go INSANE! CRAZY! Guyver leaves to a nice huge pop and SFT heads to match that is about to begin in five minute.

Fades back to Match

Steve: But here comes out soon to be TV Champion .

Phil: You don’t know that Steve, Guyver could wipe the floor with legend. .

Steve: You keep thinking that Phil. .

Chimpo the Chimp: Now making his way to the ring, the Challenger, weighing in at 256lbs, he is JOHNNY LEGEND. .

"Lost Cause" by Beck plays over the speakers as fireworks go off; as the mist clears Johnny Legend is there with his arms raised. He then looks into the ring at Guyver, Legend charges down the ramp, but Guyver ducks down and charges out of the ring and hit a spear and connected with Legend, both men are now on the ground. .

Phil: Holy shit, did you see that? .

Steve: Yes... yes I did. .

Referee Colin Thrift then starts a 10 count. But both Guyver and Legend are back to there feet and throwing punches at one another, lefts and rights are being thrown, Legend then backs up and then charges forward and hits a closeline to Guyver sending him to the ground, Legend then picks up Guyver and throws him into the ring. .

Phil: Both men are in the ring, and the match is has begun. .

Legend then climbs in and Guyver is trying to get back to his feet, Legend steps forward and hits Guyver with a fist to the champion’s jaw, sending him back into the ropes. On the rebound, Legend lifts Guyver up for a flapjack, but holds him in the air for a few seconds before nailing him with a snap spine buster. Guyver rolls over and holds his back while Legend gets to his feet again then climbs the turnbuckle. He waves out at the crowd and they cheer him then he squats down and waits for Guyver to get back onto his feet. It doesn’t take long, and as soon as Guyver is facing Legned, looking up to the turnbuckle, the challenger leaps off and attempts to hit the TV champion with a flying lariat. On the ground, Guyver lifts his foot connecting it with Legends jaw as he touches down. Johnny falls under the Guyver’s leg and his head slams awkwardly on the mat. .

Phil: Ouch… .

The referee rushes over to check for whiplash, but Johnny Legend says he is fine to carry on. On the other hand, he is not so fine when Guyver jumps off from the second rope and hits Legend across his neck. With Guyver’s ascent back to his feet, he drags Legend up with his and hooks his head under his arm. The crowd cheer expecting the TV champ to hit one of his numerous trademarks he can pull off from this position. But instead he begins to wrench Legend’s neck, and dropping down onto one knee occasionally, hitting the contenders chest off of his other knee, forcing Legend’s legs out from underneath him and therefore applying more pressure on Legend’s neck. .

Phil: Impressive move from Guyver here. Legend looks like he could tap. .

Steve: Yeah, it’s a pretty unorthodox looking move. .

Phil: Do you even know what unorthodox means? .

Steve: Ye… nope. .

Legend pulls Guyver back towards the turnbuckle. From here, he begins to use his legs to climb up the rings, one by one, until at last his feet are resting on the top rope, relieving the pressure on Legend’s neck. Legend then uses whatever strength he has left to push himself off of the ropes and over Guyver’s head, sending them both crashing back into the mat, Legend falling on top of Guyver! Both men try and capture their breath, while referee Colin Thrift only manages to get a 6 count before both men are back up. Legend tries to knock Guyver down with a clothesline but the champion ducks under his arm and falls back down with a neck breaker, renewing the pain of Legend’s strained neck..

Phil: Legend’s neck has to be hurting by now. .

Steve: I think its already hurting Phil. .

Almost immediately Guyver goes back to applying the pressure on Legend’s neck in the under arm wrench, and eventually Legend plucks up enough strength to climb the turnbuckle again. But the champion has more wit to let the same thing happen twice as he pulls Legend off the turnbuckle. Legend is slammed face first with a super-elevated high impact DDT. Guyver stands up triumphant, but slides out of the ring and pulls out a trash can, throws it into the ring and then picks up a road sign and slides it in too. He puts the apron cover back in it’s place and then slides back into the ring himself. Legend is still down but is beginning to stir when Guyver picks up the road sign and stands at the other side of the ring, ready to charge over and literally take Legend’s head off his shoulders. Legend slowly gets to his feet, staggering around and dazed but Guyver still charges with the stop sign out in front of him. Guyver swings the sign but doesn’t connect, as Legend has dropped down again to nail a drop toe hold. Guyver falls and hits into the bottom ring rope smashing himself with the stop sign in front of him. .

Steve: Ouch. .

Phil: Ouch. .

Legends seems to be filled with another burst of energy, booting Guyver on the floor with soccer kicks and kidney kicks. Legend runs towards the ropes, bounces off and slides feet first into the face of the Guyver..

Steve: Legend is really starting to take control of this match now. Nice offence, keeping the big man off his feet..

Legend than grabs Guyver’s head and gets him in a very tight choke hold. Guyver is fast fading away. This match could be over any second. Our cameras pan close to the action as we hear Legend demanding the referee ask Guyver if he wants to give up. The referee does what he is told, but Guyver refuses to let this match go as he now is beginning to fight back. Legend is trying to tighten the hold, but to no avail as Guyver is starting to get on his feet. He his elbowing Legend like might desperately trying to break the hold, and he does so! Guyver is free, both men are up on there feet. Guyver points at Legend, and shouts “Your not gonna beat me that easy, and Legend replies with a mockingly “What?”. This gets Guyver annoyed and he charges at Legend with a clothesline. Legend ducks, legend bounces of one side of the ring, as guyver bounces off the other, they both are looking for a clothesline and WHAM! Both men are down. The referee looks at both men as he begins to count..

1……….

2……….

3……….

4……….

Still no movement from either man. .

5……….

Guyver begins to stir, as does Legend. Guyver slowly crawls to the ropes. .

6……….

7……….

Both men now are almost to their feet, they both are using the ropes to help them up, and just before the referee gets to nine, both men are on their feet. Legend is the quickest one to reached as he charges at Guyver with a quick burst of adrenaline, but Guyver uses Legends own momentum against him as he launches Legend over the top to the outside. Guyver drops down and rolls out of the ring. Legend looks to be hurt bad as he is holding on to the rail with his left hand and clutching his ribs with the right. Guyver doesn’t seem to care much as he whips Legend towards the ring post. Legends head bounces off the post as he goes flying near the announce table. .

Steve: Uh-huh, they’re getting closer, Phil..

Phil: Don’t worry Steve; I’ll protect you..

Steve: yeah… right….

Guyver walks over to Legend. He picks him up, looking for a vertical Suplex, but it is blocked, and legend showing some great strength manages to hit a vertical Suplex of his own. Guyver comes crashing down on our “safety” mat with a huge thud. Legend gets in the ring, breaking the referee’s count. Legend climbs to the turnbuckle. By this time Guyver is now up on his feet, but he looks in pain as he is holding his lower back. Guyver not knowing where legend is turns around. He looks up at Legend who dives off the turnbuckle and connects with a vicious top rope spear sending Guyver crashing into the side of the announcer table...

Steve: SPEAR FROM THE TOP ROPE! WHAT A MOVE!!.

Phil: My god did you see how Guyver landed? He could have a broken back! Legend is the man!.

Legend looks at the broken guyver as he picks his limp body up and throws him into the ring. He crawls over to Guyver and hooks the leg..

Steve: This one is over. We have a new television champion here.

1……….

2……….

Phil: NO! Guyver with a shoulder up! How did he do that? A spear into the side of our announce table here. I thought for sure he was a goner..

Steve: It had to be instinct, because to be honest, after that – I don’t think Guyver knows where he is.

Phil: He better hurry up and find his bearings, his TV title is on the line!.

Legend picks Guyver up and whips him into the corner. He charges with a clothesline and connects! Guyvers neck snaps back with the impact of the clothesline. With Guyver still stuck in the corner, Legend lifts him to the top rope, looking for a super-plex, but obviously Guyver has other ideas as now he is fighting back with punches to the guy. He punches away at the ribs of Legend. Legend releases his grip and Guyver his a thunderous blow to legends head taking him down to the canvas. Guyver, who is now balancing on the top rope looks around at the crowd who are on their feet. They are really into this match. Guyver then leaps into the air and spins a full circle before splashing down into Legends chest taking what ever air Legend had in him..

Steve: A THREE SIXTY FROG SPLASH!! WHAT THE HELL!?.

Phil: I HAVE NEVER SEEN ANYTHING LIKE IT! .

Steve: That took a lot out of Guyver. He is slowly crawling to Legends crushed body. HE’S HOOKED THE LEG! THIS ONE IS OVER!!.

Phil: ONE……… TWO……… KICK OUT!! I CANT BELIEVE IT!!.

The announcers can’t believe it. The crowd can’t believe it, Guyver can’t believe it. He is pounding the canvas in frustration! He is desperate to keep his TV title. He furiously grabs the legs of legend and locks in the Deathlock!.

Steve: Legend is in some serious pain here, he is screaming! Is he going to give up!?.

Legend is clawing the canvas, trying to get to the ropes. He is in some pain, but his resilience is shining through here as he clutching his nails into the canvas really trying to get to the ropes. Guyver is screaming at legend, yelling at him to give it up. He is just a couple of centimetres away. He stretches out his right arm and Guyver is yelling at the top of his voice, he wants Legend to tap but No! He makes it to the ropes and the referee forces Guyver to break the hold. Legend clutches the ropeswith exhaustion and relief, finaly that pain had gone, but not for long as Guyver grabs the feet of Legend, looking for the deathlock again, but this time Legend powers out before he can lock in the move. Legend gets to his feet, as Guyver comes at him again with a right hand, its blocked, Guyver comes with another right hand and again it is blocked! Guyver swings at him again, Legend ducks behind Guyver, Guyver quickly turns around and soon finds himself on Legends shoulders..

Steve: What strength by legend! Guyver is 280 pounds!.

Legend looks around at the screaming fans as he drops down and delivers a rather dangerously executed Death Valley Driver, “Ohhhhh!” echoes around the arena as Guyvers head is crushed into the canvas! Guyver is not moving what so ever as legend pops right back up and stares down at The Guyver. His eyes are burning with intensity as he can feel the end is near and the TV title is coming home to him! He picks Guyver up of the canvas, puts his head between his legs lifts him up and with no remorse drops down with Guyvers head once again being driven viciously into the canvas..

Phil: THE PILEDRIVER!! ITS OVER WE HAVE A NEW CHAMPION!!! ONE!!!! TWO!!! THREE!!!!!.

Steve: WAIT NO!! SHOULDER UP!!.

Phil: You lyin’!.

Steve: LEGEND CAN’T BELIEVE IT! MY GOD THIS MATCH CONTINUES!!.

Legend covers his face with his hands in total disbelief, as Guyver raises his head looking a little dazed, but still in this match. Legend. Legend looking pissed off to say the least glares at Guyver and drops down with an elbow to the chest! He hooks guyvers Leg, but only gets a tow count. He does it again, but again Guyver kicks out at two. Legend grabs Guyver by the head brings him to the turnbuckle and goes to smash his head of it, but Guyver puts his hands there and copycats Legend and succeds as legends ehad bounces off of the turnbuckle. The Guyver picks Legend up and places him on the top rope. He puts him in position for “The High Alert”. He lifts him up, leaps into the air… legend reverses it in the air into what looked to be some sort of amazing spinning DDT.

Steve: WHAT A REVERSAL!! HE REVERSED A SPINNING BRAINBUSTER INTO A SPINNING DDT!!.

Phil: IS THAT EVEN POSSIBLE!!.

Both men are down. The referee begins to count.

1……….

2……….

3……….

4……….

5……….

No movement from either of these gladiators, this looks to be ending in a count out.

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7……….

Phil: Look!!.

Legends arm is now draped across Guyvers broken body! The referee drops down.

Steve: WE HAVE A NEW TV CHAMPION! ONE!!!! TWO!!!! THREE!! HE DID IT!!! HE DID IT!!.

Phil: WHAT A MATCH!! THESE TWO GUYS KICKED THE SHOW OFF WITH A HUGE BANG!! .

Winner: Johnny Legend

Candy Peaks takes a microphone into the ring as the crowd heat up in anticipation of the Lightweight Title match. She stood in the centre and paced back and forth whilst announcing.

CP: "Ladies and Gentlemen, the following match up is set for one fall, and it is for the SFT Lightweight Title. Introducing first hailing from Kyoto, Japan weighing in at two-hundred and twenty-nine pounds, Azurian Shadows!"

Mudvayne comes out and they begin to play World so Cold" as Azurian hauls back the entrance curtain as his Titantron video begins to play. He steps out onto the stage to a fantastic reaction from the crowd; the lights flickering as he walked by the strangers reaching for him from the sides of the entrance ramp. He reaches the bottom of the ramp and rolls in under the bottom rope before standing on the second rope and rousing the fans further. He drops down as the fans start to settle down a little. The music fades down as Candy readies herself again.

CP: "And his opponent, hailing from Rochester, New York and weighing in at two-hundred and twenty-five pounds, The Sweetness Sean Lane!"

Lapdance by N.E.R.D. is fed into the arena via the speakers. As the baseline picks up; two blue pyros blow up at the side of the entrance arch towards the ceiling of the arena. The smoke eventually clears and we see Sean Lane standing with his arms outstretched, and Brandi James clutching him around his waist he climbs into the ring and begins to taunt the fans near the ringside. As he jumps back down, he turns in mid-air and lands facing Azurian with a huge grin on his face. Brandi steps out of the ring as Azurian and Lane circle each other and the referee rings the bell.

Phil: "Here we go Randy, looks like this could be a fantastic match here."

Steve: "Looks like? Looks Like?! Randy, we've got ourselves a showstealer here. If this doesn't make the Lightweight title more valuable, I don't know what the hell will."

The two hook up, Lane comes out the better to begin with getting a hip-toss on Azurian and taking him to the ground. Azurian rolls onto his feet fairly quickly, and charges at Lane when he stands up. Lane is composed and ready, as he judges Azurian's run perfectly and grabs him in a sleeper-hold like manoeuvre, before dropping Azurian into a fantastic neck-breaker. Lane crawls into the early pin but only gets a two from an almost fresh Azurian.

Steve: "Nice start by Lane, Azurian seems to be taking a few minutes to slip into gear here."

Phil: "I'm sure he'll pick up in a minute."

Lane stands up, taking Azurian with him. Azurian breaks away from Lane as soon as he's up from his knee's and plants a steady kick in the gut of Lane. Azurian whips Lane to the corner of the ring forcefully, Lane bounces back from the turnbuckle as Azurian darts at him and leaps into the Crucifix position, Azurian struggles to flip Lane through into the cover though, and Lane takes control for a moment, He smiles again before positioning Azurian correctly for a Death Valley Driver, But Azurian wriggles his top-half free, and falls head-first to the mat, wrapping his legs around Lane's chest as he lets them go and drops Lane into a Sunset flip. Whilst in that position, Azurian stands up taking Lane unaware, and twists his legs into a Boston Crab. Lane is too close to the ropes though, and Azurian is forced to break the hold as the referee uses his five count.

Phil: "Fantastic reversal from the DVD position from Azurian, and great innovation when he had him down in the sunset flip."

Lane isn't badly hurt by the Boston Crab, and is back on his feet fast enough to square off in a fist brawl with Azurian. Azurian takes the advantage, and beats Lane back against the ropes. He whips Lane away towards the opposing ropes and readies a super-kick. Lane bounces back but notices the heralded kick. He slides under Azurian's raised left leg, and grabs his right leg as he goes by, he trips Azurian up to hit the mat face first and starts trying to get an ankle-lock on Azurian. Azurian twists around onto his back and kicks Lane back to the ropes. Azurian stands up as Lane bounces back and catches him with a powerful spear.

Steve: "Azurian may think twice about reversing the next Ankle-lock he's in."

Lane crawls into a cover after the spear, but only gets a two-and-a-half count before Azurian is out of it. Lane drags Azurian to his feet again. He locks Azurian in the Suplex position as the fans pick up again. One snap-suplex. Lane rolls over, and holds the face-lock. Another snap suplex - that's two, Lane gets up and readies a third, Azurian has other idea's, he lets his body fall, and Lane is hurled forward, Azurian positions the small package and the referee barely gets a two.

Phil: "Looks like there's still a lot of life in Azurian yet!"

Lane gets back up from the small package, Azurian is still feeling the Lane-plexes, but he's moving his head, readying to lean forward and eventually stand up. Lane doesn't let him though, he kicks at his chest, Azurian is lying flat on his back and lane continues to stomp away at him. Eventually, satisfied with the stomping, he puts one foot on Azurian's chest and covers him cockily. A Long two count has Brandi James thumping the mat from the outside, claiming it was a three-count, and Lane banging three finger of his right hand into the palm of his left. Meanwhile, in all the commotion, Azurian recovers. Brandi jumps onto the apron and the referee goes to deal with it, Lane turns around and… Wham!

Phil: "What a super kick from Azurian! He might have it, here's the cover!"

Steve: "Brandi's not letting the referee go! The referee is busy dealing with Brandi James on the apron!"

Azurian stands up from the cover, wondering where his pin-count is. He watches Brandi argue with the referee for a moment, before strolling over towards them. Brandi turns from the referee to Azurian, screaming at him and threatening him. Brandi starts to come into the ring to get Azurian and the referee has to restrain her. Azurian turns to his opponent, to find him fully vertical. Lane grins at the momentarily stunned Azurian, before kicking him square in his under-growth. Lane grabs Azurian and hits a huge Powerbomb, as Brandi steps down from the ring-apron.

Phil: "That one shook the ring!"

Steve: "The cover, the referee's counting; One, Two, Thr-"

Phil: "Kick out by Azurian! Talk about last-second!"

Lane is furious; he's sure there was a third second in that count. He starts thumping his hands at the referee again, backing him straight into the corner. Again, he argues to the recovery of Azurian, but this time he's wise to it, and turns to find Azurian resting in the opposing corner. Lane runs towards him and crushes him in the corner with a stiff clothesline. Azurian stumbles out of the corner and Lane springs himself off the second turnbuckle behind him, hitting a massive spring-board face-buster. Lane stands at Azurian's side and hits a standing shooting star press, he remains on top for the cover - but only gets a two count.

Phil: "Another near-fall. Azurian made his way back into this match after a terrible start; but now Lane is just using him like putty in his hands."

Steve: "Not quite; if Shadows was putty in Lane's hands, he'd mould it all into a three-count for the victory."

Lane picks Azurian up again, and drops him down with a shin-breaker. Once on the ground, Azurian finds his knee's and shin's being kicked loose by Lane, and Lane signals to the crowd that it's all about to end.

Phil: "Figure four!"

Lane locks in the figure four in the middle of the ring. Azurian has no-where to go! Azurian looks at Lane, who just smiles back as if under no pressure at all. Lane keeps his cool for almost a minute as Azurian tries to roll himself over. Azurian is rocking himself from side to side, trying to get out of the hold, but to no avail. Lane is keeping his cool well, but the strain of holding off Azurian's attempts to turn is taking it's toll. Azurian tries on more time to roll Lane over… and does it! Lane is rolled over, and Azurian is the one applying the pressure!

Steve: "The tables turn! Azurian is in the driving seat now!"

The crowd heat up a little more as Lane is in shock, Azurian can't hold the move for long though, and has to let go. Lane Hauls himself up with the ropes, and Azurian does the same at the opposing side of the ring. The two meet in the middle, both tired and sore, throwing punches at each other, trying to get themselves the advantage. Azurian lets his guard down though, Lane gets a kick to the gut, he turns him around, and hauls him up and over, before bringing him down into a devastating…

Steve: "Taste of Sweetness!"

Phil: "One…"

Steve: "Two…"

Steve, Phil, Crowd and Referee: "Three!"

Candy peaks climbs into the ring as Lane stands up, hobbling a little. The referee gets the lightweight title and hands it to Lane.

CP: "Ladies and Gentlemen, your NEW Strike Fantasy Towers Lightweight Champion; The Sweetness, Sean Lane!"

Brandi comes in to raise Lane's hand, and the two lift the title as Lapdance plays them out. Azurian is roused by the referee, and made to walk back up the isle a defeated man.

Steve: "Ladies and Gentlemen at home, we've already got two new champions tonight; could it be an Omen of things to come?"

Winner: Sean Lane by Pinfall

Phil: And here we go folks. Up next is going to be a clash of titans.

Steve: That's right Phil. Right now we are going to see two SFT legends duel out until one goes down for the three count.

Phil: SFT shall be pitting SFW legend Firewolf against SFT legend Glenn Owen.

Steve: Oh yeah!!!

Phil: Without further and do let's give it to Harvey Vaughn as he brings out these two men.

We suddenly cut to the middle of the ring where we see ring announcer Harvey Vaughn standing there with a microphone pressed up against his mouth.

Harvey Vaughn: Ladies and gentlemen the following contest is scheduled for one fall and is a battle between SFT legends! Making his way down to the ring first standing in at 6"3 feet tall and 257 pounds, he is . . . . . FIREWOLF!!!!!

We cut to the stage.

Just then "Antichrist Superstar" by Marilyn Manson hits the speakers. The crowd stands up on their feet and looks towards the stage with a rather small dismal applause. Firewolf throws aside the silver curtains and walks out onto the stage. He walks out onto the main stage and pauses for a moment and looks around at the crowd. Moments later he begins walking down the ramp. Along the way he slaps a few of the fans hands until he reaches the end of the ramp. Once he comes towards the end he turns left and walks over to the steel steps and climbs up them and onto the ring apron. He spreads the top and middle ropes apart from each other and then climbs in between them. His music quickly starts to fade as he starts pacing around the ring like a caged lion.

Steve: And there's good old Firewolf.

Phil: You know I'm quite surprised to see him here tonight. Before tonight he didn't even bother to make an appearance promoting this ppv or even talk about his opponent.

Steve: Yeah well he's here right now. Let's see how he will fair against the SFT legend . . . Glenn Owen.

Suddenly we focus back in on Harvey Vaughn as he brings the microphone back up towards his mouth.

Harvey Vaughn: And Firewolfs opponent. Standing in at 6"3 feet tall and weighing 235 pounds, he is . . . . . GLENN OWEN!!!!!

We cut back up to the staging area.

"Under Pressure" by Queen quickly plays around the arena as the crowd abruptly stands on their feet in ovation and in loud cheers. Moments pass by and there is no sign of Glenn Owen. The crowd keeps cheering his name for several seconds until suddenly the curtains are slowly pushed aside and out from the back walks Glenn Owen. He walks out onto the stage with a smile on his face. He immediately begins walking down the ramp and then about half way he finishes the rest of the ramp with a quick sprint. He runs up to the ring and then slides in underneath the bottom rope entering the ring. He stands up and then walks up to the pacing Firewolf and stops him dead in his tracks. His music slowly starts fading as he continues to stare into Firewolfs eyes.

Ring announcer Harvey Vaughn then climbs out of the ring and walks over to his chair by the announcement booth. Referee Chris Nevels stands in between Glenn Owen and Firewolf and spreads them apart before anything erupts. Just then Referee Nevels turns around towards the bell man and throws his arms around sounding for the bell.

DING! DING!

Almost as quick as a flash on a camera Glenn Owen and Firewolf start exchanging blows.

Phil: YES!!! Here we go!

Steve: Go Owen!

Back to the action we see that Glenn Owen takes firm control over the match as he wins the battle and goes solo delivering vicious lefts and rights to Firewolf. He backs Firewolf up against the ropes and then grabs his arm and Irish whips him to the other side. Firewolf hits the ropes and bounces off of them and starts running back towards Owen. Glenn Owen walks towards the center of the ring a little bit and then catches Firewolf with the "David Green Powerslam". He stays on top of Firewolf and hooks one of his legs for a cover.

Chris Nevels: One . . . two . . . kick out!

Phil: Oh that was a close one.

Steve: Yeah suddenly I have no confidence in Firewolf whatsoever.

Phil: Me too.

Back to the action we see Glenn Owen standing back up to his feet. He bends down to grab the groggy Firewolf by the hair and bring him back up to his feet. He places his hand under Firewolfs chin and pushes his head up and then lays a couple of vicious chops to the chest of Firewolf. With each chop Firewolfs chest beats red and the crowd let's out a "WHOOO!!!". Just then as Owen is about to lay another chop on Firewolf catches Glenns hand and then kicks him in the gut. Firewolf then spins Glenn Owen around so he is facing backwards against him. He walks up behind him and then locks his hands around Owens waist and sets him up for a German suplex. Glenn wraps his leg around Firewolfs and stops him from delivering the move. Just then referee Nevels looks away into the crowd for a split second and Glenn seizes the opportunity and kicks up his leg delivering a low blow to the lower extremities of Firewolf. Firewolf releases the hold and slightly bends down moaning. Owen turns around and faces towards him again and grabs him by the throat. Seconds later he lifts Firewolf up into the air with one arm and delivers a devastating "Power Chokeslam". Owen drops to his knees and then falls on top of Firewolf and hooks his leg. Nevels dives to the mat and begins a count.

Chris Nevels: One . . . two . . . three!!!

DING! DING! DING!

Steve: Glenn Owen won!

Phil: Wahoo!

Steve: He just destroyed Firewolf in what . . . two minutes?

Phil: Look he didn't even break a sweat.

Meanwhile back in the ring we see Glenn Owen stand up to his feet and get his arm raised by Chris Nevels. "Under Pressure" by Queen starts playing again as the crowd begins clapping in respect towards both legends but, specifically Glenn Owen. Owen then drops to the mat and slides out of the ring. He begins walking up the ramp as the show fades for a moment.

Winner: Glenn Owen by Pinfall

SC: Hello everyone.

MR: Its good to be here.

["Take It" by ICP begins to play, but nobody walks out onto the stage.]

What's going on?

MR: I don't know.

[The cameras cut to the backstage area, where we see Knife walk out of the Dead Pac locker room. Suddenly, Hardcore comes from behind him with a pipe and he wacks Knife in the back of his knee, sending the former Hardcore Champion down. He goes to pick him up, however Knife has other ideas as he grabs Hardcore’s head and begins pounding away, Hardcore stumbles back allowing Knife to recover a little and get on his feet. In the hallway to Knifes left is a 2-by-4, and it hasn’t gone unnoticed as Knife picks it up. Hardcore comes charging at Knife, but Knife 2-by-4 in hand smashes Hardcore in the gut with the end of the piece of hardware. Hardcore grabs his stomach in pain as he falls to the floor. ]

SC: Good quick thinking by Knife

MR: Well, he isn’t exactly a stranger to these matches, remember Knife has been a hardcore champion.

[ Knife stands over Hardcores body. He raises the 2 by 4 above his head ready to smash it across Hardcores body. He brings it down and.. ]

SC: OH! THAT HAD TO HURT!! HARDCORE PUT HIS FEET UP AND THE WOOD WENT STRAIGHT INTO FACE!

[ Knife stumbles against the hallway wall as Hardcore gets up. He walks towards Knife who is clutching his face in pain. He kicks him in the gut and proceeds to Suplex him onto the unforgiving floor of our hallway. ]

SC: That’s going to do some serious long term damage..

[ Hardcore grabs the legs of Knife, hoists him up and slingshots him into the wall. Knife crashes though the wall headfirst. ]

MR: Jesus CHRIST! Knife could beat knocked out.

[ But this isn’t the case as Knife emerges from the rubble, a little dusty and shaken up but otherwise fine. Our camera crew focus on Hardcore who is looking at Knife in amazement. He laughs to himself as he walks through the broken wall. Hardcore throws a punch at Knife, but its blocked. Knife returns with a punch and it is not blocked by Hardcore. He is hit with another, and another. Knife kicks Hardcore in the guy and throws him on to what looks to be a glass coffee table. Knife them grab’s a piece of the broken wall and smashes it over Hardcores head. Knife them sets up one chair, and then another, he places them together making a nice little ledge for him to stand on. He looks down at Hardcore who hasn’t moved from the glass table. Knife then proceeds to jump off the two chairs onto Hardcore as they both crash through the table, glass is everywhere, and Hardcore seems to have taken the worst of it, with a piece of glass in his eye. ]

SC: OH MY GOD!! HARDCORE IS BUSTED OPEN, HE’S GOT GLASS IN HIS EYE!

MR: YEAH! I LOVE THESE HARDCORE MATCHES!

[ Knife is draped over Hardcores body as the referee counts ]

1….2…

MR: And the champ kicks out! What resilience!

[ Knife, who is also hurt from crashing through the table picks up Hardcore and throws him through the massive hole in the wall caused my Knife. Hardcore tries to get up, but falls straight back down. Knife grabs one of the chairs, and walks over to Hardcore, he brings him up to his knees and is just about to crush his skull with the chair until.. ]

SC: Low Blow!

MR: Haha, smart move, after all – this is a hardcore match and low blows are completely legal

[ Knife drops the chair and falls to his knees holding his crotch. Hardcore gets up, picks up the chair and smashes it over Knife’s skull, but surprisingly Knife doesn’t go down. Hardcore dishes out another! And another And another. Knifes head is a crimson mess and just before Knife is about to fall, Hardcore hits him with another vicious chair shot! ]

SC: That was disgusting! Knife could have brain damage! Hardcore truly is HARDCORE!

[ Hardcore then looks down at Knifes bloody carcass as he grabs him by his leg. He looks up to the camera.. ]

Hardcore: Time to go.

[He drags Knife down the hallway and out to the stage. Hardcore stomps a few times on Knife before walking to the edge of the stage. He looks down at some tables that are set up. With a smile, he jumps down and miraculously finds a gas Can. He douses the tables with gasoline and he pulls a match out of his pocket.]

SC: What is he going to do?

MR: I think it's a bit obvious.

[He strikes the match and throws it on the table, which instantly creates flames.]

SC: Oh...

[Hardcore climbs back up onto the stage and he walks over to Knife. Hardcore lifts up Knife on his shoulders and he walks over to the edge of the stage. He slams Knife down with the Sentence to Death right through the flaming tables.]

MR: Oh...

[Hardcore - who's still on the stage - looks around to see the fans cheering for him. With a smile, he drops a big elbow on his opponent. He quickly goes for the cover as a referee runs out.]

SC: 1... 2... 3! Hardcore retains!

[Hardcore grabs his Hardcore Title and he goes backstage as the scene fades.]

Winner: Hardcore by Pinfall!

"Fuck Off" by "Kid Rock ft Eminem" blares over the PA system as "The Original Outlaw" Fugitive walks out with Selina Blair and Big T slowly following him. They walk down to the ring as Fugitive slides into the ring and goes to the corner doing the crucifix pose as the fans give him cheers and then drops down waiting for Goldeneye.

Manuela Ramos: Fugitive is in top form since his return and now he's got an opportunity to have an opportunity at the Intercontinental Champion.

Shawn Cage: But his opponent Goldeneye is coming off of a nice run including the winning of the World Title.

"Slammin" by Buck Cherry tears through the arena. Goldeneye walks out to the ring. When he holds up his hands on the walkway, pyros explode. Goldeneye then poses for the fans in the ring who give him a nice reaction, though not quite as nice as the fan favorite Fugitive.

Shawn Cage: And there he is, the former World Champion! This match is about to get underway.

Fugitive offers Goldeneye a tie-up in the center of the ring. Geye takes it. The men struggle for a little bit matching power with each other. Geye overpowers Fugitive though and with a knee to the mid section brings Fugitive down to the mat. Fugitive quickly rebounds though. Goldeneye narrowly dodges a sweep kick from Fugitive, but it's enough to allow Fugitive to hop to his feet. Both men just stare each other down for a while, neither making a move. Fugitive uses his agility to catch the watching Geye off guard. He quickly snaps off a spinning roundhouse kick and Geye didn't even know what hit him. Geye tries to get up, but he's delayed by a kick to the ribs from Fugitive. Geye rolls away from Fugi and gains his feet. Fugi followed him though and whips him into the ropes.

MR: Textbook drop kick from Fugitive!

SC: Wow, he really got some air on that kick.

Both men are on their feet about the same time. Fugitive rushes Geye and fires off a multitude of punches. Goldeneye is able to block one of them, throwing off Fugitive's rhythm. Geye draws back and drops Fugi with a strong clothesline. Fugi gets up facing away from Geye. Before he can turn Geye hits a bulldog on him. He goes for the cover. One...kick out! Geye picks Fugitive up and Irish whips him into the ropes. The running Fugitive gets taken down with a sidewalk slam from Geye. Geye covers again. One...kick out!

MR: It's much too early for that.

SC: Yeah, this is going to be a hell of a match. It'll take a lot more than that to stop either of these men.

Geye picks up Fugi again and locks on a suplex. He lifts Fugitive once, but can't get him. Before he can even try again Fugitive reverses it and slams Geye with his own suplex. Geye climbs to his feet somewhat dazed, mostly just surprised though. Fugitive takes advantage and hits his Fugitive Driver (cradle piledriver). He makes a cover. One...kick out!

MR: What are these guys thinking?

SC: Yeah that's a whole lot of one counts.

Fugi lifts Geye up and drives his leg into the side of Geye's ribs. Geye catches it though! Fugi was expecting this though and hits Dead Man Walking (spinning enziguri). It didn't have a great effect on Geye though and he's up just after Fugitive. Geye rushes Fugi who sees it out of the corner of his eye and drops down hitting a drop toe hold. Geye's tall form goes flying towards the ground. The ropes catch him though, but they don't exactly break his fall in a good way. His neck snares right on the middle rope. He lays out on the ground clutching his neck. Fugitive sees a window and locks on the Fugi-clutch.

MR: Maybe this match'll end sooner than we expected!

SC: Goldeneye's neck has to be in a lot of pain right now.

Geye writhes for the ropes, stretching every inch of his fingers. Fugitive clamps down harder and pulls Geye a little farther from the ropes. Geye stretches and stretches though and finally gets his hand to the rope. Fugitive bites down a little harder just before releasing his grip. Geye gathers himself up in the corner as Fugitive taunts him. Fugitive rushes into the corner looking to hit a knee in the face of Geye sitting on the ground. Geye slips out of the ring quickly though and Fugitive stops himself in the corner. Geye looks over to Fugi's corner where Selina Blair and Big T are cheering Fugi on. Rather than making this a handicap match Geye decides to slide back into the ring. He's immediately met with a couple of kicks to the back by Fugitive. Fugi allows him to gain his feet though. Fugi Irish whips Geye to the ropes. Fugi sets up for a back body drop, but Geye sees what he's doing too soon and comes back with a big knee to the face of Fugi. Geye picks Fugi up and locks on a suplex again. This time though he lifts Fugi up succesfully and comes twisting down with a jackhammer. He locks Fugi's leg. One...Two...kick out!

MR: Both men are going all out on this one.

SC: I thought Geye had it for a second there.

Geye picks Fugi up, but Fugi counters and delivers an elbow to the gut of Geye. Geye doubles over in pain near the ropes. Fugi backs up a little and rushes Geye clotheslining him over the ropes. His own momentum and Geye pulling the ropes down with him sends Fugi out of the ring as well. Both men lay out and the ref starts the count. One...Two...Three...Four...Five...Six...Geye is on his feet but Fugi still lays out...seven...eight...Geye rolls into the ring interrupting the count. The ref starts the count again. One...Two...Geye goes over to the now standing Fugitive...Three...Four...the two men trade punches for a while...Five...Six...Geye lays Fugi out with a clothesline...Seven...Eight...Geye drags Fugi over to the ring and tosses him in...Nine...Geye slides in himself ending the count. Geye picks Fugitive up and locks on the Respecter. Fugi is laid out cold.

MR: Will Geye face the IC champion later to be determined?

One...Two...Thr-shoulder up!

SC: What resiliancy by Fugitive! Goldy didn't like the call at all.

Goldeneye backs the ref into the corner arguing with him. It gives Fugitive just enough time to recover. Geye finally gives up and turns around to find a smirking Fugitive in his face. Fugitive kicks Geye in the midsection and puts him in powerbomb position.

SC: He's going for the Cruel Angel's Thesis, this might be all she wrote!

Fugitive pulls it off and lays Goldeneye out completely. The fans are going nuts. Fugi makes the cover. One...Two...Thr-no shoulder up!

MR: Oh my God, Geye kicked out! The fans are eating this match up.

Fugitive looks annoyed but doesn't make the same mistake as Geye. He keeps his attention on his opponent and picks him up. He sets Geye up for the same move, but Geye wriggles free. Fugi runs at him and Geye tries to hit an axel kick.

MR: Goldeneye's trying to end this match now with the Midas Touch!

Fugitive sees it in the knick of time and slides under Geye. He quickly springs to his feet behind Geye and locks on a full nelson.

SC: The Fugitive Driver 3.0!

Both men are out, but Fugi has enough energy to sling his arm over Geye chest. One...Two...Three!

MR: Fugitive pulls it off! Fugitive is the number one contender for the Intercontinental Championship!

SC: Will he face Knight or Aj Nin Red Rum? We'll find out a little later.

Winner: Fugitive

RW: Time for the next match of the night, and it's going to be damn good one at that.

JC: You said it, Randy. Both Radiant and Brandi James want a shot at the SFT World Title. Quite frankly, it could go both ways on this one.

RW: That's true. I could see Radiant or Brandi James as being the next SFT World Champion when the time comes.

JC: Well the time hasn't come yet. So lets see who becomes number one contender.

(Suddenly, "WELCOME....TO THE RADIATION ERA" is heard in a deep bass voice throughout the arena. Suddenly the lights turn bright white and red and orange pyros start exploding on both sides of the ramp. As the pyros fade suddenly see Metallica on Stage as they begin to play "Fuel", the crowd is going apeshit, and the black curtains up on the stage are thrown aside from the left as Radiant walks out onto the main stage. He takes a few steps out onto the main stage and then stops and leans back and looks up at the main searchlight shining down on him. He raises both arms into the air and pauses for a few moments. Seconds later he lowers his arms and shakes his head and begins walking down the ramp. Along the way he slaps a few fans hands and gets a cheap pop.)

Candy Peaks: This is a singles match, scheduled for one fall, and is for number one contendership to the SFT World Championship. First making his way to the ring, from Royal Oak Michigan, weighing in at 221 pounds…RADIANT!

(He runs the remaining twenty feet or so and reaches the ring and slides in underneath the bottom rope. He stands up right after and runs to the far left turnbuckle and hops up to the top. He raises both arms into the air and receives a loud applause from the fans. Seconds later "Fuel" By Metallica fades and Radiant hops down and stretches on the ropes and then walks towards the center of the ring. The lights fade back down to where they were and the pyros finally stop. Radiant places his back to a turnbuckle, and waits for Brandi James. )

RW: A grand entrance by Radiant there. You can tell he's focused for this match.

JC: No doubt about it, Randy. He is ready to get this match over with. He is IN THE ZONE!

RW: Well I'm sure Brandi is going to be in a zone of her own.

JC: I wish I was in HER zone…

RW: You sick bastard…

JC: What? I can't say that? Jeez…

(Suddenly, The lights dim and "Headstrong" by Tapped starts up. As the bass line picks up, two shots of purple and silver pyro shoot straight up towards the arena's rafters. As the smoke clears, Lane is standing with arms outstretched and Brandi James clutching around his waist and then makes his way slowly down the ramp and around the ring, taunting the fans.

Candy Peaks: Now making her way to the ring, accompanied by "The Sweetness" Sean Lane, from Miami Florida, she weighs in at 110 pounds…BRANDI JAMES!

(Brandi then steps under the rope that Sean holds down with his foot, and into the ring and they move into two opposite corners, each time raising her arms and yelling back at the fans before going over towards the entrance again and kissing Brandi James before getting ready to start the match.)

JC: And here is Brandi James with her man, the SFT Lightweight Champion Sean Lane. Brandi wants to win this match badly, and damn it, I think she's going to win this whole thing. You know why? Because she is HOT! HOT, Randy. She's god damn sexy. She lights the entire place on fire. She could melt the polar ice caps. She has the best figure I have ever seen. I want to marry her. I want to do it with her….

RW: Are you done?

JC: Uhh…yeah…I'm done..

RW: Good…now lets get this match started!

JC: Damn she's hot…

(The two wrestlers stand in the center of the ring. The referee signals for the bell to ring, and the match officially starts. Radiant and Brandi grapple in the center of the ring. Brandi grabs hold of Radiant's arm, and does an arm wrench. Radiant then does a front flip, and tosses Brandi to the ground, and applies an armbar. Brandi gets up while placed in the armbar though, and punches Radiant off of her. Brandi then slaps the flavor out of Radiant, and hits him with a running bulldog. Brandi picks up Radiant, and drags him over to a turnbuckle She grabs him by the head, and rams him into the turnbuckle 1…2…3….4….5…6…7…8…9…10 times! Brandi lets go, and Radiant collapses to the mat. Brandi picks up Radiant, and scoop slams him down. She then leg drops Radiant, and goes for the quick pin.)

Referee: 1…2…kick out.

(Brandi grabs Radiant, but Radiant rakes her eyes, and Brandi holds her face in pain. Radiant then grabs Brandi from behind, and backdrops her. He then applies a sleeper hold to Brandi. Brandi tries to fight it off, but Radiant has it locked in tight. Brandi slowly fades away, but the crowd cheers her on. Suddenly, Brandi gets s burst of energy, and lunges at the ring ropes. She barely grabs the bottom rope, and the referee makes the count to Radiant.)

Referee: 1…2…3…

(Radiant lets go, and then kicks Brandi in the back a couple times. Radiant picks up Brandi, and carries her over to a turnbuckle. He places her on the turnbuckle, and then climbs up with her. Radiant then lifts Brandi in the air, and superplexes her to the mat.)

RW: That has to hurt…

JC: Brandi's a fighter. She'll get out of it.

(Radiant crawls over to where Brandi is, and pins her.)

Referee: 1…2…kickout.

(Brandi just kicks out. Radiant gets up, and runs the ropes. Meanwhile Brandi tries picking herself up slowly. Radiant notices the moment, and goes for the Japanese shining wizard, but Brandi brings her leg up, and Radiant starts singing that high note. He falls grabbing his crotch in pain.)

RW: Oh god! Poor Radiant.

JC: Man that is NEVER a pretty sight to see.

(Brandi gets up, and notices her moment. Brandi climbs the top rope, and the crowd goes crazy. She taunts the crowd, and goes for the Long Kiss Goodnight, but Radiant gets back up, and grabs hold of Brandi in mid air. Radiant places Brandi in a bear hug. Sean is seen slapping the mat, and cheering on Brandi. Radiant tightens the hold, and Brandi starts gasping for breath. The referee grabs her arm, and lifts it up in the air once….it falls. HE tries it again….it falls again. He goes for the third and final time….and it STAYS! Brandi starts shaking, and starts pounding on the head of Radiant. Radiant then runs with Brandi still in the bear hug, and rams her into the turnbuckle. He then proceeds to shoulder tackle her a few more times. Radiant grabs Brandi again, and climbs the turnbuckle while holding her head. He then hits her with a tornado DDT. Radiant places a foot on Brandi knowing this will be the end.)

Referee: 1…2…kick out!

RW: And Brandi kicks out again! She does NOT want to lose.

JC: I know. Radiant must be mad now.

(Radiant is arguing with the referee over the pinfall. Meanwhile, Sean hands something to Brandi. It looks like a pair of brass knuckles. She smiles, and puts them on. Sean then climbs the apron, and starts arguing with Radiant. Radiant, Sean, and the referee at all yelling at each other. Radiant just shrugs them off, and turns around only to be met with a pair of brass knuckles to the face. Radiant falls, and is not moving. Brandi tosses the brass knuckles out of the ring, and starts climbing the top rope. She goes for another Long Kiss Goodnight…and HITS IT! Sean drops down, and the referee turns around, and counts the pinfall.)

Referee: 1…2…KICK OUT!

(Radiant gets the shoulder up at the last second. Brandi stares in disbelief, and starts banging the mat in frustration. She picks up Radiant, and goes for a Final Nail, but Radiant pushes Brandi into the ropes. When she comes back, Radiant kicks Brandi in the gut, and hits a superkick on her. Radiant falls on one knee from fatigue, but picks himself up. He picks up Brandi, goes behind her, and hits her with Good…Night! Radiant looks down at her and laughs. He goes for the pin…but there is no count. Radiant slaps the mat three times. Radiant gets up, and turns around. Sean Lane is back on the apron, and the referee is yelling at him to get down. Radiant rushes up to Sean, and punches him off the apron.)

RW: It suits him right. Sean should not be involved in this match.

JC: He's only sticking up for…HIS woman….

(Johnny starts crying.)

RW: It's ok, Johnny. I'm sure if she wasn't going out with Sean, you'd be…number…..28 on her list of guys to go out with…

JC: *Sniff* Really?

RW: Yeah…well...maybe 32…but it's up there!

(Brandi somehow gets up, and heads over to where Radiant is. Radiant turns around, and is met with a hurricarana. Brandi then picks up Radiant again, and piledrives him down. Brandi hooks the leg for the pin.)

Referee: 1…2…KICK OUT!

RW: Those two won't lose!

JC: Man this could go both ways right now. Who'll win?

(Brandi and Radiant both slowly get up. They trade punches left and right. Finally, Brandi gets the upper hand, and whips Radiant to the ropes. Brandi ducks for a back body drop, but Radiant instead stops, grabs her, and hits her with NIRVANA! Radiant falls with her, and both are out. The referee starts the count.)

Referee: 1…2…3…4…5…6….

(Radiant starts getting up, and heads over to the turnbuckle. Radiant climbs up it, taunts the crowd, and hits Brandi with WOUND!

RW: THERE IT IS! WOUND!

JC: He hit it! That HAS to be it…

(Radiant slowly picks himself up, and lays a hand on Brandi. The referee starts the count.)

RW: 1….

JC: 2….

RW+JC: NO!

(Sean pulls the referee out of the ring, and knocks him out with a punch to the face. The crowd boos at this, and Radiant is STEAMED! He runs out of the ring, and starts attack Sean Lane like crazy. He grabs Sean, and throws him into the steel steps. Radiant then heads over to the announcer's table, and grabs a steel chair. He slides into the ring, and picks up Brandi. He then takes the chair, and goes to hit her, but Brandi goes on her knees, and low blows Radiant.)

RW: TWICE that's happened.

JC: He won't be feeling good down there for a long time.

(Brandi then takes the chair, and whacks Radiant in the head with it. Brandi starts celebrating in the ring thinking that she has it won. Brandi then climbs the top rope, taunts, and hits Long Kiss Goodnight, but Radiant somehow uses his own momentum to lay himself on top of Brandi. Another referee runs into the ring and goes for the count.)

Referee: 1…2…3! Ring the bell!

Winner: Radiant by Pinfall!

JC: "What a night it has been so far, but we are far from over!"

RW: "I want the Fallout Match!!"

JC: "Just hold your horses! First up, Damien Sparks will defend his newly acquired United States Championship against Blade!"

"You READY!?!?" echoes through the arena as "Muzik" by Knoc-turn'al begins and a red wall of fire erupts over the front of the stage. Blade emerges from the fire and briskly walks to the ring, climbing a turnbuckle. He tosses his trenchcoat into the crowd and flexes his fearless guns.

Peaks: "The following match is scheduled for one-fall and is for the Strike Fantasy Towers United States Championship! In the ring, from Los Angeles, California, weighing 287 lbs, BLADE!"

| The arena lights cut out for a moment, then suddenly red and white lights flicker all round the arena, then "Cocky" hits and the arena fills with boo's. Red and white pyro streams from the top of the entrance with "Wrestling's Numero Uno" Damien Sparks standing just infront of it. He looks around at the crowd with an arrogant smile on his face as he slowly makes his way to the ring, taunting the jeering fans on the way. |

Peaks: "And his opponent, from Toronto, Ontario, Canada, weighing 245 lbs, he is the Strike Fantasy Towers United States Champion...DAMIEN SPARKS!!!"

Sparks holds his US title for all to see before handing it over to the ref. The ref then holds it into the air, reminding everyone what is at stake. He hands it to the timekeeper, who rings the bell to start the match off.

JC: "These two men are ready to duke it out and there is a lot of history between them."

RW: "I know, as well, that there are a lot of people who aren't happy that Sparks was given the US Title by Brandi James."

JC: "Blade can change that tonight!"

RW: "Or Sparks can show that he deserves it!"

Blade walks up to Sparks and stands over him, staring down at him. Sparks looks up at him and smirks before stepping back and holding up his hand.

JC: "Sparks testing Blade?"

Blade slowly holds up his hand and just about grabs Sparks' hand, but Sparks suckerpunches him in the gut. The crowd boos as Sparks grabs Blade's head and takes him down to the mat with a DDT. Blade jumps right back to his feet and shakes his head at Sparks, before grabbing him by the throat and throwing him to the mat with a chokeslam.

RW: "Quick start here tonight!"

Sparks jumps right back to his feet as well, just as Blade grabs him and whips him across the ring. Sparks bounces back and gets a boot right in the jaw from Blade. Sparks falls to the mat but jumps back up to his feet and runs at Blade. Blade attempts to grab him but Sparks slides out of the way and slams his shoulder into Blade's left knee. Blade hollers in pain and falls to his knees, as Sparks jumps up and bounces off the ropes behind Blade. He flies back toward Blade and grabs his head with both hands before jumping over him and slamming his face to the mat with the Superiority Complex.

JC: "Sparks is really taking it to Blade right now! Superiority Complex on Blade and his face is going to be hurting tomorrow."

Blade slowly gets to his feet. He gets up on his right knee and just as he staggers to his feet, Sparks runs at him and dropkicks him in the left knee. Blade falls to the mat again, holding his knee. Sparks stands over him before grabbing his left leg and flipping Blade over on the mat, locking in the half boston crab!

RW: "The technical skills of Damien Sparks are showing through in this match! Sparks is destroying Blade by taking out his knee!"

Sparks wrenches back on the knee as Blade screams in pain. The ref checks on Blade, seeing if he is going to tap. Blade slowly starts to crawl to the ropes as Sparks puts more pressure on the knee. Blade finally makes it to the ropes as the ref forces Sparks to break the hold. Sparks breaks it and turns back to Blade, stomping on the left knee again. Sparks goes to kick him again, but Blade gets his other boot up and kicks Sparks backwards. Sparks bounces off the opposite ropes and Blade tries to pull himself to his feet using the ropes. Sparks bounces off the ropes and soars toward Blade, diving at his left knee again. Blade jumps out of the way at the last second, sending Sparks sailing through the ropes and to the outside!

RW: "Blade trying to make a comeback!"

Blade rolls out of the ring and picks up Sparks, starting to pound into him with right hands. He quickly whips Sparks around and slams him into the steel post head first! Sparks bounces off and almost falls over, but Blade catches him around the waist and in one quick motion lifts him up and over his head and whips him up and over his head with a german suplex. He releases at the height of the suplex, sending Sparks sailing across the floor. Sparks flies so far that he hits his head on the barricade before slumping to the floor, motionless.

JC: "Holy hell!"

RW: "He almost decapitated Damien Sparks! Sparks could be dead!"

The ref quickly runs over and checks on Sparks, making sure he is still moving. Sparks slowly stirs, holding his head in pain. The camera focuses in on Blade, who smirks at Sparks, before slowly moving towards him, limping.

JC: "Blade wants this title more than we know!"

Blade pushes the ref out of the way and drags Sparks to his feet. Blade grabs Sparks in a front face lock and lifts him up and over his head. He almost flips him over the other side, but somehow Sparks counters the move and drops back down to his feet, quickly lifting Blade up over his own head, spinning around and dropping him with The Difference Maker! Sparks slumps to the mat as the ref tries to revive them both.

RW: "How in the HELL did Sparks do that?! He probably has a concussion and he just lifting Blade up for The Difference Maker!"

JC: "These men will fight until one cannot move to win the US title!"

Both men lay motionless as the ref checks on them. Sparks starts to slowly stir and crawl to his feet, still holding his head. He crawls over to Blade and starts to pull him to his feet as well. He starts to roll Blade into the ring, much to the happiness of the ref, but Blade pushes Sparks away before turning around and clotheslining him straight to the mat. His eyes get wide as he looks over toward the timekeeper, eyeing up the US title. He smiles sadistically and turns back toward Sparks, who is trying to get to his feet.

RW: "I don't really like that look in Blade's eyes."

Blade runs over toward Sparks and jumps in the air, landing right on top of Sparks. He gets up and pulls Sparks to his feet before spinning him around and throwing him into the steel post again! But instead of hitting the post, Sparks tumbles into the ref, who bounces back and slams his head against the steel post!

RW: "Oh no, the ref is out..."

The ref tumbles to the ground, holding his head, as Blade looks over at him. He goes to check on him, but then realizes that this could be his chance. He pulls Sparks to his feet and drags him over to the timekeepers table, before grabbing a steel chair. He throws the steel chair and the ground and kicks Sparks in the gut. He lifts Sparks up onto his shoulders and signals for a powerbomb, but Sparks starts countering, punching Blade in the head. Blade lifts Sparks higher and is just about to throw him down when Sparks pushes off of Blade. He falls to the ground, taking Blade's head with him! He slams Blade's head into the chair as he falls against the timekeeper's table.

JC: "What a counter by Damien Sparks! He just slammed Blade's head against that chair, but I don't know if he can capitalize!"

Sparks pulls himself to his feet and walks behind Blade, who is still motionless. He rolls Blade onto his back and grabs both of his legs, before stepping his right leg over Blade's leg left. He then steps over Blade's body and flips him over, looking in the sharpshooter!

RW: "He is going to kill Blade!"

JC: "Sparks has the Sharpshooter locked in, but they are outside the ring and the ref is still knocked out!"

Sparks sits back and Blade screams in pain, tapping widly on the floor. Sparks continues to put pressure on as Blade continues to tap. Sparks finally releases the hold and stands back, watching Blade squirm in pain. Sparks turns toward the announce table and smiles, waving at the annoucers.

RW: "Hey Damien!"

JC: "I think he is planning something...Blade might be in trouble..."

Sparks walks toward the announce table and pats both annoucners on the back, before ripping the monitors off the table. The table is now clear as it goes over to Blade, who is just starting to get to his feet. Sparks leans over to pick up Blade when all of a sudden, out of nowhere, Blade turns around and slams the steel chair right into his face!

JC: "Blade is up!"

Sparks slumps to the mat, a small line of blood beginning to form on his forehead.

RW: "Damien Sparks is going to have permanent brain damage after this match, geez! His head has taken so much punishment!"

Blade slowly gets to his feet, still favoring his left knee. He slowly limps toward Sparks and pulls him to his feet. He punches him in the forehead, opening the cut on his forehead a little more. He drags him over to the announce table and lays him across it, his head hanging off the edge. He picks up the chair again and hits the butt of it against Sparks head again, making sure he is still out. Blade then staggers back toward the ring, limping heavily on the left leg. He rolls into the ring and slowly climbs up to the top rope, at the turnbuckle nearest the announce table.

JC: "Holy shit, Blade cannot seriously be thinking that. He won't be able to support his own weight up there! His knee could be permanently damaged!"

RW: "I'm out of here!"

Both announcers get up out of their seats just as Blade reaches the top rope. He stands high on the turnbuckle, holding the chair into the air! He looks down at Sparks, who is still motionless. He taunts the crowd before leaping off the turnbuckle. He sets the chair right underneath his leg before driving the chair into Sparks' head! The announce table collapses on impact and both men lay motionless outside the ring! The crowd goes nuts, cheering for Blade!

JC: "!!!! OH MY GOD! BLADE JUST DESTROYED DAMIEN SPARKS AND HIMSELF BY NAILING THE BASIPHOBIA!"

RW: "..."

JC: "And for ONCE, Randy is SPEECHLESS!"

Both men lay in a heap beside the wrecked announce table as the crowd goes crazy.

JC: "I don't know if either of these men will get up after this!"

EMT's swarm ringside, checking on both men. All of a sudden, as one of the EMT's starts to move Blade, he jumps up to his feet!

RW: "WHAT THE?!?!"

He holds up his weight by holding onto the ring barricade. He limps worse now on his knee as he limps toward Sparks, who is still not moving.

JC: "Blade wants to finish this!"

All of a sudden, Sparks rolls toward Blade and jumps to his knees, low blowing Blade!

JC: "HOW IN THE HELL?!?!"

RW: "Sparks is up!"

Blade doubles over as Sparks dives at his knee, sending him sailing to the floor. All of a sudden, "Lapdance" by N.E.R.D. echos throughout the arena.

RW: "What the, what is going on?"

JC: "Uh oh.."

Sparks looks around in confusion as "The Sweetness" Sean Lane steps onto the ramp, a big smile on his face.

RW: "THE SWEETNESS IS HERE!"

JC: "But why?"

Sparks starts to pick up Blade and rolls him into the ring slowly. He pays no attention to the music as he climbs into the ring after Blade, but as soon as he gets into the ring, he notices Sean Lane coming down the ramp. He glares at Lane, who jumps into the ring. Lane walks over to Blade and looks down, as Sparks walks closer to Lane. All of a sudden Lane looks up and runs at Sparks, driving a shoulder into his gut. Sparks doubles over in pain as Lane picks him up and puts him in position for a reverse DDT. However, he lifts Sparks up and over his head and drops him with the Taste of Sweetness!

JC: "Taste Of Sweetness on the United States Champion! I do not believe this!"

Sean Lane jumps to his feet and looks down at Sparks, before kicking him once in the head and heading out of the ring, reviving the ref on his way out.

RW: "Sean Lane is looking for a beating! He just interfered in a great match!"

Blade slowly rolls over and lifelessly drops his arm on Sparks' chest.

JC: "Blade could steal this one after that interference by Sean Lane!"

The ref slowly rolls into the ring and sees the pinfall, which would be at like a 10 count now. The ref slowly crawls over and calls the count.

ONE!

RW: "Could it be...?"

TWO!

JC: "New United States Champion?!?!"

THREE - NO!!!!! DAMIEN SPARKS KICKS OUT! He just barely gets a shoulder up and back down to break the count.

RW: "SPARKS KICKS OUT!"

JC: "The only pinfall we have seen all match and after alllllll that Sparks still kicked out! UNBELIEVEABLE!"

Blade rolls over and pounds the mat. He starts to pull himself to his feet, really favoring his knee. He staggers over to Sparks and pulls him to his feet.

He slowly positions Sparks for a powerbomb, but Sparks counter and slams his arm into Blade's knee. Blade falls to the mat, screaming in agony, as Sparks picks him up again. He puts his head between his legs and slowly hooks both of his arms, before using all his strength to hurl him into the air and drop him with the Ego Trip!

RW: "EGO TRIP! EGO TRIP! SPARKS HIT IT!"

Both men lay motionless for a few seconds before Sparks crawls to Blade and rolls him over, onto his stomach. Sparks jumps to his feet and grabs Blade's bad knee, before wrentching back on it with a half boston crab. Blade screams in pain and taps almost immeidately!

JC: "OH MY GOD! Damien Sparks nails the Ego Trip on Blade and then puts in that half boston crab on the knee that is really badly damaged on Blade, and Blade tapped out!"

RW: "Sparks retained the title!"

Sparks breaks the hold as the bell rings and slumps to the mat, blooding pouring down his face. The ref grabs the title and grabs Sparks' arm.

Peaks: "The winner of this match and STILL Strike Fantasy Towers United States Champion...DAMIEN SPARKS!"

Winner: Damien Sparks by Pinfall!

"Darkness" by Peter Gabriel begins to play throughout the arena, and the man known only as Aj Nin Red Rum, leader of Dead Pac and contender for the IC championship walks out. He strides confidently to the ring and slides in. Then he looks up to the top of the structure and begins his ascent. At the top, he looks down on the world from the 20 foot high structire and looks at the stage, waiting for his opponent and the current IC champion, Knight, to walk out.

Led Zeppelin's "In My Time of Dying" starts up with the slow intro, but Knight does not appear immediately. As the heavier guitar riff tears through the arena, Knight finally emerges, holding the IC title and stands in front of the entrance area, feeding on the adrenaline. He makes his way to the ring and over to the nearest turnbuckle, where he takes in the crowd for a moment before hopping down from the middle rope to step into the ring. From there, he climbs up the scaffolding leaving the IC title in the hands of a referee.

RW: This is going to be one hell of a match.

JC: How can you say that!? One man may not be able to walk ever again after this match! For God’s sake, the top of that scaffolding is twenty feet up in the air! No man would be able to fall from that height without feeling the consequences.

RW: I wouldn’t feel a thing.

JC: Oh shut up! Anyway, this intimidating structure is the basis of the scaffolding match. Two towers of scaffolding, joined by a single piece of wood. That piece of wood is 6 feet wide and spans across the length of the ring. The first man who falls off is… not the winner.

RW: …Hey… wouldn’t it be funny if one of them fell off by accident?

JC: NO! Now for fuck’s sake, shut your mouth.

RW: Touchy.

With both men now on top of the scaffolding, the bell rings. The two men stop themselves trying to find their balance, but they both edge forward confidently but slowly, knowing deep down that a single slip could cost them the IC title. Aj Nin Red Rum gains the upper hand by shoving Knight back across the platform. He smiles as Knight falls to his knees to stop himself from falling off completely. Knight cautiously gets back up and charges at Red Rum, keeping himself low down. He tackles him down with a ferocious spear and begins to hit the contender with fists to the jaw and torso.

JC: Oh my God! Knight really wants to destroy Aj Nin here! He risked his own career charging him down at that speed! He could of sent them both careering off the top there!

RW: They’re going to have to do stuff like that, dammit. I don’t want to see no god damn pussies slap it out… I won’t to see all out fighting! Just because they’re 20 feet up in the air shouldn’t mean a thing, look how sturdy that catwalk is!

Knight pulls himself off of ANRR who is now holding a tender rid. Knight moves forward to try and scoop ANRR up, but the champion’s opponent steps to the side and locks in a cobra clutch. Knight struggles as ANRR tightens his grip, but Knight is soon forced onto one knee, and then two. ANRR hoists Knight back onto both feet and takes a few running stpes forward, leaps and nails Knight with a bulldog. Aj Nin Red Rum takes his time to get back onto his feet and steadily lifts Knight back onto his. ANRR swings his left feet, and clocks Knight with a fist to his jaw. The champion stumbles but the contender pulls him back onto the platform, only to hit him with a right fist. Again the champion stumbles, but to the other side of the platform. And yet again, ANRR pulls him back into the center of the catwalk. Knight swings an uppercut of his own but misses as ANRR swiftly dodges it. The Dead Pac leader grabs and holds Knight’s neck then drops onto his ass, crushing Knight’s jaw on top of his own head. Knight drops onto his back with his head dangling over the edge of the platform. In no time, Aj Nin Red Rum has taken the upper hand once again and steps over Knight so he too is on the verge of falling to the floor far below, nevertheless, he does not fall, but he makes he way down the ladder, step by step until Aj Nin’s chest is level with Knight.

RW: He can’t win by climbing down the ladder!

JC: I think you’ll find he knows that. Just look.

Aj Nin has hooked Knight’s head under his arm and has arched it under the platform at a critical angle. Knight looks like he is about to snap in half, when Red Rum lets go. He takes a second to get some air into his own lungs and hits Knight in the temple with an elbow, then resumes the hold. He does this 3 times before Knight rebels. He pushes Aj Nin with a single palm, and with such a lack of balance, Aj Nin falls, but he regains him grip on the steel ladder a few rungs below. ANRR’s eyes bulge with surprise and Knight takes the time to get back to his feet and check his neck. When ANRR is back, he is on his feet again, and more than ready for the contender. ANRR persues Knight only to be crushed with a belly to belly suplex from Knight. Each time ANRR gets up to his feet, Knight nails him with a different move. A DDT. A back-drop. A snap suplex. A side kick which nearly knocks ANRR off the sidewalk completely, and finally he scoops ANRR as if he was preparing to nail the Parousia. But Aj Nin reverses and goes to hit his own finishing move, Darkness Falls, but in mid air, Knight pulls himself round to land on ANRR in a cross body drop, preventing a near-certain end to the match and causing the platform itself to rattle on it’s hinges.

RW: That might have been a premature ending right there!

JC: Luckily, neither man ended up getting crushed or slammed. This match may well continue until one man nails his finisher though!

The two fighters get up onto their hands and knees and start to punch each other, trying to gain the advantage and get to their feet first. They hit each other with headbutts and with punches and uppercuts, but in the end it is Knight who stands first when he hits ANRR straight in the nether-regions. Wounded, ANRR too gets up, but he walks with a slight limp. Knight bounces on the platform, making it bounce and bend. Aj Nin Red Rum struggles to keep his balance and maintain his testicular agony at the same time. Eventually, ANRR trips and lands right up in the hands of Knight, who has a merciless smile on his face as he looks down on the contender. Knight walks over to the edge and holds ANRR over it with a large hand clasped around the man’s throat. AN tries to look over to his side to see the bottom of the ring, but he can’t. The grip Knight has on him is too tight. The close up on the ‘tron shows the tension in Knight’s knuckles begin to ease, and the crowd gasp in unison. ANRR’s chest begins to heave and so does Knights. Knight lets go and ANRR begins to fall. Thinking quickly and with great bounds of intelligence, he smartly under-hooks his arm under Knights and lifts himself to the platform again.

RW: Fuck!

JC: Amazing strength from the contender!

In this position, Aj Nin tries to hit a single arm overhead takedown. As Knight is lifted though, he swings round and lands on the other side of ANRR on the platform. Knight hooks one arm around ANRR’s head and shifts his other arm under Aj Nin’s. He clasps his hands together and tosses ANRR over his head with ease, hitting a very effective head-arm belly to belly overhead suplex. Both men are now exhausted from nerves and physical exertion. They lie on their backs, sucking in as much air as they can. The referees outside of the ring below consider going up to check on them, but the head referee tells them it is forbidden to interfere in any way. From below, we can now see the tops of the two men’s heads over the platform. Once again they are both on their feet. For several minutes they grapple, hit each other with kicks and punches and use simple technical maneuvers on each other

JC: These men are taking it all out on each other.

RW: Yeah, they sure are giving it there all.

JC: I think the winner will be deserving.

As ANRR hits Knight with an arm drag, the action once again picks up. With Knight at one end of the platform, ANRR walks over to the other and signals out to the crowd. They begin to chant his name and a smaller chant of “Dead Pac” rises up from the crowd. ANRR runs at Knight and leaps into mid air, the crowd gasp and Aj Nin Red Rums comes careering down on… solid wood. Knight dodged out of the way! He begins to smash ANRR with the fists again, but this time he hits the contender with punches to the kidneys and the back of the head. A small cut on the back of ANRR’s head causes warm blood to trickle down his neck and back. Filled with rage, feeling the warm blood trickle, Rum bounces up onto his feet and grabs Knight by his long black hair. With a single arm, ANRR flips Knight over with a snapmare and kicks Knight several times in the back. Each time he kicks Knight, the loud noise echoes throughout the arena and an “ooooh!” from the crowd answers back. Aj Nin steps back and Knight falls onto his back.

RW: I wonder if those kicks really feel as bad as they sound.

JC: How about I ask Aj Nin Red Rum to try it out on you?

RW: Hmmm, how about no?

JC: …pussy.

RW: *mock horror * What did you say?!

JC: I didn’t say a squitting thing! Stop distracting me!

The Dead Pac leader tries to lock in the one of his favourite moves, an Inverted Indian Deathlock Surfboard, but Knight manages to escape from being locked in it by hitting ANRR straight in the thigh, giving him a “dead leg”. As Aj Nin tries to regain feeling, Knight sits up and tries to get to his feet, but he finds that of his legs is unbeatable painful to move. Both men continue to get feeling in their problem legs but Aj Nin, standing up, is soon striding around again. Instead of locking in a Inverted Indian Deathlock Surfboard, this time the Dead Pac leader grips a hold of the leg that Knight cannot move and hoists the champion into the Ozone Pot Leaf. Knight is literally screaming at this point, banging on the platform, submitting.

JC: KNIGHT! YOU CAN’T SUBMIT!

RW: I don’t think he can hear you.

JC: How do you know?

RW: He’s up in the air 20 feet trying not to pass out from the pain.

JC: Oh, right.

Knight continues to tap, when ANRR just lets Knight’s leg go. The champion lies on the floor breathless and Aj Nin Red Rum staggers around fully conscious of his surroundings but can’t control his adrenaline rush. He roars out to the crowd and they scream back. A loud chant of “Dead Pac” thunders out around the arena.

But Aj Nin falls over onto his front when Knight comes from behind and hits ANRR with a low blow and stands up, towering over his opponent. Knight laughs to himself as he looks at his opponent writhing in pain. Knight doesn’t feel merciless for too long because before too long he has ANRR on his feet and hoists him up across his shoulders into a torture rack.

RW: The Pleasures of Life!!!

JC: Look at the grimace on Aj Nin Red Rum’s face!

RW: Pay backs a bitch, man!

Knight completes the Pleasures of Life and hits a falling neckbreaker on ANRR. Knight, looking triumphant picks ANRR immediately and lifts him up again with a scoop and prepares him for the Parousia. He holds up his free arm and a mixture of boos and cheers can be heard. This little show gives Aj Nin the time he needed. He wriggles free of Knights grip and with a push-out kick he shunts Knight forward a few steps. Knight looks pissed off and angrily steps back up to Aj Nin Red Rum. The two stand face to face for the first time throughout the whole match.

RW: The tension here is mounting…

JC: Hey! Look at that! It looks like one of the referees is climbing one of the scaffold towers! I thought it was forbidden!

RW: It is, and Knight and Aj Nin Red Rum still haven’t noticed.

JC: Heh heh, look at that, senior referee Adam Brooks is blowing his nut!

The face off continues until Knight rears can and pushes Aj Nin Red Rum as hard has could down the long side of the platform. ANRR come to a halt a few centimeters from the edge and the fans sigh with relief. Knight once again charges at AJ in a similar way to what he did at the beginning of the match, but this time, ANRR, street wise, grips Knight in motion and throws him high into the air and off the scaffold. Knight lands on the security guard rail outside of the ring and bounces off, unconscious.

RW: Oh! MY! GOOOOD!That was the nastiest bump I’ve ever seen anyone take. Knight just took a swan dive and hit that rail, if he’s not dead after that, then the man is made of steel pure and simple.

Winner: Aj Nin Red Rum

RW: Here it is John, the match we have all been waiting for. Shadow said that 20 feet wasn’t tall enough so just before the ppv today he announced the cage would be 40 feet up. So whoever takes the fall will be falling 40 feet down. If you think about it, the deep end up the pool is 12 feet, this is almost 4 times that much of a dive.

We see the cage come down around the ring, it towers so high, its intimidating alone.

JC: It could kill someone, and probably will.

RW: Enough talking, lets get this going.

We see Limp Bizkit on stage and they begin to play Crack Addict as the crowd is going absolutely nuts. Switchblade comes out to a huge crowd response as he goes over and shakes hands with Fred Durst before he makes his way to the ring. Switchblade gets to the cage and begins to climb it. He gets to the top and waits.

“Set It Off" by Skindred begins to play and our SFT World Champion stands at the rampway taking it all in. The crowd is cheering him so loud and Erik raises his hands acknowledging the fans.

RW: There he is, Erik Dean must be loving this moment. He’s worked for years for this and he’s finally gotten his life long dream.

JC: yeah winning the World Title was huge for Dean, but I think this moment right here as he stands with the title around his waste standing before a capacity ppv crowd about to defend HIS World Title is what he’ll never forget. He is right here right now the best in the business. And that's what counts.

RW: Couldn't of said it better myself.

Erik Dean makes his way to the ring. As he arrives to the cage, he hands his belt to the ref and begins to make his way up the cage to the top.

Switchblade and Erik are now on opposite sides of the cage. Erik yells to Switchblade if he’s ready. Switchblade only nods, Erik smiles and they begin to slowly make their way to each other.

Each step they take we see the cage bend underneath.

JC: That cage isn't very sturdy.

RW: Actually it is, if it was too tight, any impact could break it and send them down below, by having it a bit loose this ensures that the cage can take the blow and bend with the contour of the bodies.

JC: Cool.

They reach each other and they lock up. Switchblade wins the test of strength, but Erik clips the leg and Switchblade goes down on one knee. Erik with a side kick to the head of Switchblade, Switch wobbles but doesn't fall. Erik does a backwards cartwheel sorta and kicks Switchblade in the chin as Switchblade goes back and falls flat on his back, the cage wobbles.

RW: Wow did you see that move. It looks like Erik did some practicing on maybe another cage.

JC: I wouldn't blame him, any advantage will be needed here.

Erik moves in on Switchblade, but Switch catches him with a dragon leg whip then does a drop toe hold, Switch jumps on top of Erik once hoping the cage will break but it doesn't, the next hope Switchblade tries to take on top of Dean is met with a boot to the face of Switchblade. Erik is up in a flash and clotheslines Switchblade.

JC: Hey can you sense the crowd, they're all just watching, everyone in suspense, just watching and waiting.

RW: Yeah I’ve been needing to take a piss for the last 5 minutes but ill be damned if I miss a second of this match.

Erik goes for an elbow drop and connects. We can see as Switchblades head just gets squashed against the cage.

JC: I think it wont be long till this steel cage opens one of them up and starts them bleeding.

Erik now goes for a guillotine leg drop but Switch rolls out of the way. Erik hits nothing but cage. They’re both now up, Switchblade kicks Dean in the stomach than nails him with a suplex! The cage rattles from top to bottom.

RW: ouch that will leave a mark.

Switchblade picks up the groggy Erik and tries to push him off the cage but Dean fights back with a mule kick before he can be pushed. Erik hits a DDT on Switchblade and when Switchblade lifts his head we see a cut over his right eye and its bleeding profusely.

RW: I knew it, Switchblade is bleeding and bleeding badly. Look at all those drops of blood on the ring mat below.

Erik picks up Switchblade and tries to body slam Switchblade off the cage, but Switchblade wiggles free and does an X-Factor on Erik. Switchblade then starts to rub Deans head into the cage.

JC: Wow Switchblade is getting all vicious now.

Dean fights back but the damage is done, somewhere on Dean’s scalp a cut has been made, cause we see his hair all matted down with blood.

RW: This is going to be a gorefest, ladies and gentlemen if you have kids watching at home, please continue to let them watch at your own discretion.

Dean and Switchblade are trading blows, Erik with a chop to the chest as the crowd goes Whoo ala style of Ric Flair. Switchblade comes right back with a standing sidekick followed by a superkick! The force of the kick almost sends Dean off the cage but he somehow has the presence of mind to balance himself. Switchblade charges at Erik but Erik catches him with a dropkick, Switch blade tumbles back and falls on the edge of the cage. The crowd gasps.

JC: This could be it, if Erik can get there fast enough and push Switchblade off its all over.

Erik tries to seize the opportunity but Switchblade is too fast and kicks Dean in the stomach as he approaches. Switchblade is up and hits a bulldog on Erik. The cage again trembles. Switchblade sits on the cage for a second trying to grab his breath. Erik slowly turns around and begins to get up.

RW: Switchblade looks tired.

JC: Believe me if you were up there you'd be too.

Switchblade locks in an arm lock on Erik but Erik reverses it quickly and hits a makeshift hurricana on Switchblade. Erik gets some running room and hits a somersault on Switchblade. The cage wobbles a bit and leans towards the left.

RW: I think that move just made the cage crooked. Look at it.

JC: Yeah I think Dean broke it hahaha.

Now Erik is up but is thinking up what move to do. He picks up Switchblade and attempts a suplex, and hits it! Switchblade is hardly moving and Erik tired and bleeding begins to just roll Switchblade to the edge of the ring. Right at the edge Switchblade gets some life in his and begins to fight back, punching Erik in the face and head. Switchblade locks in a head lock on Erik and they stay that way.

RW: I think that move is only serving to get them each a breather. They look exhausted.

JC: I think after this match is over they're going to be needing a long vacation.

RW: Or a blood transfusion, but more than likely both.

Finally Dean elbows Switchblade and continues to do so till Switchblade breaks the hold. Dean with a neckbreaker on Switchblade. He stands up gets Switch up, and hits a Russian Leg Sweep on Erik goes for a pin then remembers there is no pins in this match.

RW: I think Erik forgot where he was for a moment there.

Erik goes for a leg drop and when he hits it the cage kind of sways from side to side.

JC: I think this is it, its coming down.

But the cage steadies itself. Erik doesn't try to waste time, for he senses its only a matter of time. Erik begins to slowly move Switchblade over to the side, but Switchblade out of nowhere does a Reverse Leg Sweep and the force of both bodies landing makes a huge dent in the cage, it appears to be bending.

RW: uh oh, I think the cage is breaking.

JC: From the looks of it, this thing is either going to collapse or break right down the middle.

Switchblade is kicking the cage over and over again hoping it breaks and sends Dean down below. But Dean is up now and both men begin to trade punches and basically brawl up there. Dean kicks Switchblade in the stomach and tries to do a roundhouse kick but Switchblade catches him in mid air and throws him off the cage. Dean falls but manages to put some fingers on the side of the cage and saves himself. Switchblade doesn't see this and is celebrating, Dean puts an arm around Switchblade’s leg and pull him off, Switchblade falls and now half his body is on the cage the other half hanging over the cage.

The cage begins to sway and finally tumbles! JC: Thar she goes!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! The cage falls with both men still on it. They fall unto the guardrail and cement down below with several hundred pounds of steel falling on both men. The ring crew begins to pick the steel off both men. RW: Man they just took a fall from 40 feet up with the steel cage falling on them. JC: Who won. There is a referree down on the bottom, as Switchblade and Erik are now both slowly getting up. The referree asks for the fall to be played in slow motion on the striketron, as it plays frame by frame we see that Erik Dean’s legs and body hit the floor first. RW: Aw damn Dean was lower on the cage therefore he hit first. The ref brings the belt over to Switchblade and raises Switchblades arm. JC: And there it is ladies and gentlemen. SFT has a new Undisputed World Heavyweight Champion! RW: Quite simply an unbelievable match.

Winner: Switchblade

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